In his recent best-selling book Any Woman Can!, psychiatrist David Reuben talks about sexual fulfillment for the woman who is single, divorced, or widowed. In his sensible and frank discussion, Dr. Reuben insists that a woman should not deny herself the pleasures of sex simply because she doesn't have a husband. He writes:
"A woman who is not completely expressing her womanliness in its most direct way is emotionally and sexually cut off from the rest of the world-marooned.... She is morally-and in many cases legally-forbidden to merge her vagina with a penis until and unless she marries."
Dr. Reuben talks about the injustice of this situation, and he urges single women to find sexual fulfillment in spite of our anachronistic laws and out-dated morality. This is a reasonable and humane argument, and most modern women would agree with him. There are some women, however, who are "marooned" not so much by the laws and attitudes of Society as by their own consciences. Their own stern and puritanical beliefs prevent such women from indulging in sex, because they believe it to be wrong and immoral. Such an attitude can only lead to anguish and frustration, because every normal person needs some form of sexual release.
Such a woman is Alice Day, the heroine of Come, Little Boy ... Alice's mother went through a bitter divorce when Alice was an infant, and she thoroughly indoctrinated Alice with the belief that sex is a bestial and wicked activity. As a consequence of this training, Alice attains the age of forty-five without ever having experienced sexual activity and with a deep hatred and distrust of men. Alice ignores her strong sexual needs, and the result is emotional imbalance, hysteria, and guilt over her increasingly desperate need for a lover. When she finally lets go and allows a man to make love to her, she feels desperately ashamed of herself-but she cannot control her newly-awakened sexual impulses. From being a cold and frigid virgin, Alice leaps to the opposite role, that of a sex-starved nymphomaniac. Naturally this produces even more guilt and shame.
The lesson to be learned from this book is that children should be properly instructed about sex. They should be taught that it is a perfectly natural, pleasurable, and good thing, not something to be whispered about, not an act of the Devil. If children are taught to be ashamed of their own bodies, they will grow up as repressed, frustrated, and unhappy as Alice Day, which would be sad, indeed. The reader will see for himself the unhappy consequences of improper sex education as he reads Come, Little Boy...
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Miss Alice Day, a tight-lipped spinster of forty-five, stepped into the elevator, scarcely dreaming that the short ride to her fifth floor apartment was going to change her life. The only other occupant of the elevator was a strange middle-aged man. He wasn't bad looking, and he gave Miss Day a friendly smile, but she only sniffed haughtily at him and looked away. Alice Day hated all men.
It was no wonder. From the earliest time she could remember, Alice's divorced mother had told her, over and over again, that men are evil, dirty-minded, and dangerous. Alice was told that they want only one thing from a woman, sex, and that sex is painful and disgusting. After years of hearing these things from her mother, Alice had taken a vow never to marry. She went to college, earned a degree in mathematics, and got a good job as a bookkeeper with a major company in New York City. She lived alone and had always lived alone. She had never experienced sex. Indeed, she'd never been kissed. She congratulated herself on these achievements.
Miss Alice Day wasn't really bad looking, not even for a woman of her age. She was tall, slender, and graceful, and she had very nice legs and an ample firm bosom. Her features were regular and handsome, and her shiny red hair hung almost to her waist-when she let it down. The problem was, she usually wore her gleaming hair tightly pinned back in an ugly bun, and she hid her excellent figure in mannish tweed suits. She wore stout low-heeled shoes, and almost always she frowned. Alice trusted no one, but she especially distrusted men, and since she had to work around men all day, she always frowned.
"Nice day, isn't it?" the strange man said as Alice stepped into the elevator.
"Hmpf," sniffed Alice, looking away from him. She might never have dated, never kept company with a man, but she knew their tricks. She'd read stories and listened to other women talk. Men would try to get acquainted through small talk, then move on to rape or seduction. Alice wasn't going to be fooled. She'd guarded her virginity for forty-five years, and she intended to preserve it till the day she died.
Alice pushed the button for the fifth floor, and the elevator started up. In the small space, she could smell the man's body-after shave, a faint whiff of cologne, and the not-unpleasant odor of healthy male sweat. These things were slightly disturbing to her. Sometimes at night, when she first went to sleep, Alice would have wicked dreams in which some strange man approached her and she smelled his body, grew excited about it, and began to touch him. Then the man would begin touching her and kissing her, and Alice would get even more excited. She would take off all her clothes and beg the man to make love to her. Then, just as he started to undress, Alice would wake up, writhing with guilt and frustration. She hated those dreams and couldn't understand what caused them. She didn't want anything to do with men, so why should she dream about wanting them?
It seemed as if the elevator ride would never end. Alice didn't like being confined with a man, being so close to one. She tapped her foot impatiently and stared at the wall, and behind her the man cleared his throat. She hoped he understood that she wanted nothing to do with him.
"Hey," he said suddenly, "the elevator's stopped. Hasn't it?"
Alice realized that the cage wasn't moving. "Why, yes, it has," she said nervously. "Why don't the doors open?"
"We're between floors," said the man. "I believe we're stuck."
"Oh, no," said Alice. "How annoying."
She looked up at the indicator panel and saw that the elevator had stopped between the fourth and fifth floors of the building. Anxiously she jabbed the "five" button-and all the lights went out. Alice gave a shriek of alarm. "Oh, dear," she said, "now look what I've done."
"No need to panic yet," said the man. His voice seemed lower, nicer, in the darkness. "There's an emergency phone in here somewhere, if I can just find it."
Alice heard him moving around, and then she gasped as he brushed against her. He chuckled and said, "Oh, sorry," and then he moved on. Alice's slim body blazed with alarm and-well, with something else, some strange emotion she often felt in those wicked dreams of hers. Whatever it was, it made her hot all over, but especially hot between her legs, in that mysterious hidden region, her pussy, which she was ashamed to touch even in the bathtub. She shuddered.
"Ah, here it is," said the man.
She heard him taking out the emergency phone and speaking into it: "Hello? Hello? The elevator's stuck. Anybody there?"
After a few minutes the janitor replied, summoned by some flashing emergency button that took him away from his solitaire game in the basement. "Yeah, what's up?"
Alice's companion explained that the elevator was stuck, and the janitor replied, "Okay, hang on. I'll have a look." He was gone about ten minutes, during which Alice thought she would die of impatience and nervousness. She'd never been alone in the dark with a man before, and she seldom stood so close to one for so long. It made her very uncomfortable. The man tried to crack jokes, but Alice didn't respond. At last they heard the janitor's voice again. "You'll just have to be patient," he said. "I gotta send out for a part. It could take an hour to fix it."
"Oh, no," said Alice, "we'll suffocate."
"No danger of that," said the janitor. "Air's coming in. Just hang tough, folks. We'll have you out in an hour." He hung up.
The strange man began to laugh. "Great," he said, "just what I always wanted-to be stuck in an elevator on a Friday evening. I was sure looking forward to a shower and a martini. But I guess we'll just have to be patient."
"I suppose," Alice said miserably.
How in the world was she going to survive the next hour? She didn't know what to do, what to say. The man's presence rattled her, and again she felt that strange flush spreading over her body, felt herself growing very hot between her legs. What could it mean?
Alice remembered a time when she was fourteen years old, attending junior high in her little home town in Nebraska. She blushed deeply as she recalled the incident. She was walking home from school alone and had taken a short cut through an abandoned field. The grass was so high that she couldn't see over the top of it, and no one could see her. She was startled and shocked when she suddenly came across a boy sitting in the grass and smoking a cigarette. It was Wally Jensen, a classmate of hers, a rebellious tough boy from the wrong side of the tracks. He looked up and grinned when he saw Alice.
"Well, if it ain't Miss High Hat," said Wally. "You wanna smoke?"
"Certainly not," said Alice. "Get out of my way."
"I'm not in your way," said Wally. "Walk around me."
Alice started to do just that, and Wally grabbed her ankle, making her trip and drop her books. She went sprawling face down in the tall grass, and she blushed furiously when she realized that her skirt had crept up to her waist, revealing her white cotton panties.
Wally laughed. "Naughty, naughty," he said. "I'm gonna tell all the kids that Alice Day showed me her panties."
"You're terrible," said Alice, starting to crawl to her feet. "No wonder the principal whips you all the time. Let go of my ankles, or I'll scream."
"Oh, no you won't," said Wally. Before Alice quite knew what was happening, he leaped on her, clapping his sweaty hand over her mouth, pressing her down with his superior weight. His body felt very hard against hers, especially against her soft belly. There was a slim, hard line there, right at the crotch of his jeans. Years later, Alice realized that he'd had a powerful cockstand, but at the age of fourteen she hadn't had the slightest notion what it was, since she knew nothing about male anatomy. She'd thought he might have a cucumber in his pocket.
"You ain't gonna scream," said Wally, " 'cause I won't let you. What you're gonna do, baby, is put out for me. It's about time somebody got into your pants. You act like you're too good for everybody, like you're a friggin' princess or something. But you're just a cunt, like every other girl. You got a pussy, and I'm gonna use it."
Alice was terrified. She didn't know any of the wicked words he used, but she understood what he intended to do. Her mother had told her that boys do a certain painful thing to girls, which destroys a girl's purity and innocence. Alice just couldn't let that happen. She began to fight, squirming beneath his hard young body, hitting and clawing his face.
"Aw, fer chrissake," said Wally, "cut it out. We're just gonna ball, baby. It's fun. Lemme show you."
Warding off her blows with one hand, Wally snaked his other hand up her soft leg and wriggled a dirty finger inside her panties. Alice gave a muffled scream as she felt him touching the hot moist tissues between her legs. This was a very naughty place, her mother said. She'd told Alice that in the bathtub she should wash herself there, but that she shouldn't look at it or linger too long. So Alice knew it was very wrong of Wally to touch her there. The strange thing was, however, it felt rather nice. He was touching a little button of flesh between her furry pussy lips, rubbing it gently but insistently, and with every stroke of his finger Alice felt a sharp burst of pleasure washing through her whole pelvis, giving her a melting horny feeling. Suddenly, to her astonishment, her virgin vagina gushed a steamy flood of cream, soaking Wally's probing hand. He felt it and grinned broadly at her.
"Yeah, baby," he said softly, "you want it, all right. Let's get your panties off, and I'll give it to you."
He started to pull down her panties, and Alice became frantic with terror. Ordinarily a demure girl, she drew back her arm, swung, and caught Wally with a powerful punch in the nose. Blood spurted out, and he yelped with pain, rolling off her into the grass. Alice leaped up, grabbed her books, and began running.
"You frigid bitch," said Wally. "Nobody'd wanna ball YOU!"
He went on cursing her, but she was soon out of earshot. All the way home, and far into the night, her young pussy buzzed with need, aching and hungry. Alice couldn't understand it. How could she enjoy such an evil thing? What exactly was it that her wicked body wanted?
She learned one thing from her encounter with Wally-never to get too close to a man again. Something about it aroused her most evil instincts, confused her conscience, and made her go hot all over. She saw that her body was treacherous, that it was all too easy to succumb to a man's wicked ways. That was why she hated being close to men for very long. This hour in the dark elevator was blowing her mind. She could feel the man's virile presence, hear his soft breathing, smell his very masculine odors. She felt a faint tingling and warmth in her pussy, and she tried to move farther away from him, into a corner. It didn't do her much good, though. He was still very close.
"Well," he said, "as long as we're stuck, we might as well amuse each other with a little talk. No sense in being bored. First, let's get acquainted. My name's Ed Manners. What's yours?"
"Alice Day," she said stiffly.
"You married, Alice?" he said.
She shuddered. "No, thank goodness."
He laughed softly. "I guess I feel that way, too. Glad I'm not married, I mean. I was widowed a few years ago, but my wife and I never did get along too well. It's great to be free, but it does get a little lonely sometimes. Don't you think so, Alice?"
"No, I don't," she said coldly. "I don't need anyone else."
"Oh, really?" He sounded amused. "Don't you need sex?"
She blushed hotly in the darkness. "I'd rather not talk about such things, Mr. Manners," she said. "I don't think it's a decent subject for conversation."
"Fantastic," he said. "I mean, I don't believe you. You talk like something out of the Victorian Age. You've got to be putting me on, Alice. I mean, don't you dig this?"
She hadn't realized he was so close to her, and when he kissed her, she didn't even have time to scream. Suddenly his mouth was crushed against hers, his slick, hot tongue snaking between her lips and probing lewdly in her mouth. He pushed her up against the wall of the elevator, his rugged big body tight against hers, and Alice felt strangely dizzy. He was so hot against her, so strong.... She murmured weakly and pushed at his broad shoulders, but Ed Manners didn't even feel her feeble efforts. His big hands, dry and firm, began to run up and down her slim body, exploring the curves she sought to conceal with her rough mannish business suit. His hands came to rest on the large jutting globes of her tits, squeezing them hungrily.
"Say," he said wonderingly, "you're really built, Alice. I wouldn't have guessed it, not from that silly outfit you're wearing. Why do you hide your body, Alice?"
"Let me go," she said urgently. "Take your hands off me."
"You don't really mean that," he said, squeezing her big firm tits more hungrily.
"I most certainly do," said Alice.
"Bullshit," said Ed Manners. "You want it. I can tell. For instance, your tits are all swollen up."
Alice blushed deeply. It was true. Her large, shapely breasts were hot and swollen with arousal, extremely sensitive to his expert touch. Each time he squeezed them, a sharp buzz of pleasure streaked from her tender tits right down to the wet little hole of her cunt, making her cream. The crotch of her panties was getting wet, and she was breathing very fast. She felt thoroughly ashamed of herself. Why must her body do such wicked things?
"I don't want it," she said desperately. "Let me go, or I'll scream."
"Nobody'll hear you," he said, chuckling softly. "And I still say you're lying. Your tits are swollen, and I bet you're creaming your panties, too. Let's find out."
"NO!" cried Alice.
It was too late. He seemed to work much better than she did in the dark. She was dizzy and disoriented, unable to move away from him, but Ed Manners deftly found the hem of her skirt and slipped his hand right up her creamy thigh till he felt the moist hot crotch of her panties. He chuckled again.
"Quit shitting me, Alice," he said. "You're horny."
Alice almost fainted with shock. She knew what that dirty word meant, and it horrified her to think that it might apply to her. "No, no," she said weakly, "that's not true. I hate men. I hate sex-"
"You do?" said Ed, mischievously rubbing her soaked pussy through the crotch of her panties. "How do you know? Have you ever tried it?"
"Of course not," Alice said indignantly. "I've never let a man touch me."
"Incredible," said Ed. "You must be about my age, in your forties, and you've never fucked? I can't believe it." His finger wriggled inside the soaked crotch of her panties, and Alice gasped with shock and pleasure as he began to rub the slick hot little bump of her clitoris. She was very sensitive there, and the delicious rubbing made her cream all the more heavily and hotly.
"It's true," she said breathlessly. "I've never had sex, and I don't intend to. It's evil and dirty. Please, let me go."
"Holy shit," said Ed. "Fantastic. I think you're sick in the head, Alice. Every normal person needs sex. Maybe you wouldn't be such a prude if you tried it. It's certainly time somebody showed you what it's like-how much fun it can be. It's the best thing there is, Alice."
He pressed closer against her, his breath loud and hot, and she felt something very hard in the region of his crotch. She knew what it was, his penis growing long and stiff and ready. She'd never seen a penis before, except in books, but she knew how they functioned and what they were supposed to do in a woman's body. She began to whimper and push harder against his massive shoulders, but he was so much stronger than her that her efforts had no effect. He seized the waistband of her sensible white cotton panties and began tugging them down.
"Oh, no," said Alice faintly. "Oh, my God, noooo-"
As if in a trance, she felt him pulling her panties right down to her ankles and slipping them off. She didn't understand why she let him do it, didn't understand why her virgin vagina was leaking a steady stream of hot sticky juice that trickled down her thighs. Her heart was pounding, her slender body flushed with arousal. Ed Manners began easing her down onto the carpeted floor of the elevator, and still she didn't resist. Her conscience shrieked that this was wrong and dangerous, but her body burned to feel more of his exciting touch. He gently pushed her skirt up to her waist, baring her whole pelvis, and Alice gasped and blushed. He laid his big firm hand on the fluffy bush of her mons and pressed it. "Soft," he said, "soft and hot." She heard him unzipping his fly, releasing-that thing of his.
"No," Alice wept, "oh, please, noooo-" He said nothing. Instead, he seized her red-hot little clit between his fingers and began to knead it, sending blazing waves of pleasure through her long-starved body. She couldn't think, couldn't speak, it felt so good. With a hoarse moan, Alice let her legs fall wide open, lewdly wide, and a steamy flood of cream gushed from her cunt, puddling on the floor. Ed began to caress the pink puffed flesh of her labia, making her pant and whimper with pleasure, and he teasingly poked his fingertip in and out of the soaked mouth of her hair-fringed little hole. Everything he did felt marvelous. No man had ever done these things to her before, and Alice was totally unprepared for the blinding pleasure they gave her. She'd thought, all her life, that sex was disgusting and painful, and it overwhelmed her to discover that it felt so good....
She didn't know how much time passed. She just writhed and gurgled with pleasure while he played with her hot wet pussy, and then he was crawling onto her, mounting her. She was afraid and ashamed, but she didn't resist. Her red-hot famished cunt seemed to have taken over control of her body and mind, she simply couldn't resist this man. She felt the slick hard head of his big cock nosing into the moist valley of her cunt, and she gurgled insanely.
"Yes, Alice," he said softly, "it's going to be good. Don't move, just enjoy...."
He began pushing into her. It didn't hurt, she was so well lubricated with hot hungry pussy juice.
She felt the slow penetration, the delicious thick stuffing of his big fat cock, the loss of her long-guarded virginity-and her head fell back limply, her eyes rolled crazily, and her handsome face twisted in a grimace of pure animal delight. Why had her mother lied to her? Why had she wasted so many years, denying herself the incredible pleasures of sex? It felt fantastic, wonderful....
Panting, moaning, Ed Manners worked his long thick prick slowly into her virgin cunt, till finally his coarse-haired testicles came to rest against the quivering globes of her buttocks and the creaming fat tip of his dick touched her hot womb. He sighed deeply, then began to fuck her in long slow delicious strokes. "Jesus," he said hoarsely, "you're so tight. ... So fuckin' hot in there.... It's good, damned good. You like it, Alice?"
"Yes, yesss..." she whined, "oh, my God, YES! It feels so good. So good.... Yes, I love it...."
Following her long-repressed instincts, Alice Day threw her long legs up around his muscular body, wrapping them tightly around him, and let Ed Manners fuck her into a squealing frenzy of pleasure.
CHAPTER TWO
Monty Sykes, the janitor, picked up the emergency phone to tell the trapped elevator passengers that the repairs had been made. He was chuckling to himself as he did so, thinking of Alice Day. Poor old Miss Alice, with her well-known fear of men, must be wetting her pants by now. Monty had been the building's janitor for fifteen years now, ever since Alice Day moved into the building, and he knew her well. She was a haughty, cold spinster, a real man-hater, who could hardly bring herself to speak to a member of the opposite sex. Monty didn't dislike her for this, he just felt sorry for her. Poor old bitch, to go for a lifetime without a man, without getting laid-it was terrible, unthinkable. And now she was trapped in the elevator with a MAN. Monty couldn't help laughing.
He picked up the phone and was about to speak into it, when he stopped and gawked. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened. He just couldn't believe what he was hearing over that phone, yet there was no denying the evidence of his senses. He heard a man's hoarse hard panting and gasping, he heard a strange but somehow familiar squishing and slurping noise, and above all he heard, unmistakably, the voice of Miss Alice Day.
"Oh, my God," she was shrieking, "yes, yes, fuck me, don't stop, oh, please, don't stop ... AAAHHHH...."
Monty listened raptly, and he began to grin like a fiend. I'll be damned, he thought, she finally let somebody into her pants. ... He heard Alice's shrill cries of pleasure as she began cumming for the first time in her life, her lewd unguarded words. "Oh, ohhhh, OHHHH," she wailed, "it feels so good, I love to fuck, ahhhh, God, AAAHHHH...."
Monty suddenly had a wicked idea. For years Miss Day had spoken coldly to him, hardly condescending to speak to him, because he was a man-and therefore, in her book, a bestial and inferior creature. He wanted to expose her for the hypocrite she was. He hung up the emergency phone, not bothering to tell the two passengers that the repairs were completed. He just pressed the button to bring the car down to his basement station.
Alice screamed with joy. Never in her life had she experienced such incredible pleasure. She'd read about orgasms, but she'd never had one, and she hadn't dreamed that anything could feel so good. She clawed at Ed's shoulders and threw her long legs high in the air, letting him fully into her, letting his huge hard cock pound brutally all the way to her womb. It was strange, but her climax was so powerful that she seemed to feel the floor moving beneath her. Then Ed was bellowing his pleasure, fucking her like a pile driver, and for the first time she felt a man's hot cum sizzling into her womb. She loved it. She clung tightly to Ed, her legs still high in the air, her face twisted with sensual pleasure. She moaned loudly.
The elevator doors opened, and there was Monty Sykes the janitor.
"Howdy, folks," he said, grinning devilishly.
"Oh, no," said Alice.
She was paralyzed with shock. She just lay there on her back, her legs slowly falling to the floor, while Ed climbed off her, his long pale dick limp and wet. Ed zipped up, and Alice still lay there, her soaked pussy and fluffy mons patch bare for Monty Sykes to see. At last she came to her senses, blushed beet red, and tugged down her skirt to cover her nakedness. Ed and the janitor were grinning at each other, and Ed didn't seem the least bit embarrassed.
"Well," he said, "at least we weren't bored."
Alice gave a loud sob and struggled to her feet. She didn't know how she'd ever live down the shame of this moment. Now that her passion was spent, her stern puritan conscience reasserted itself, telling her how evil and animalistic she'd been. Not only had she lost her precious virginity, to a perfect stranger, but she'd been caught in the act by that grinning dirty-minded ape, Monty Sykes. She wanted to die.
"I guess I pressed the wrong button," Monty said, chuckling. "But the thing's fixed now, at least. Here, I'll send you to the fifth floor."
"I'll walk," said Alice frantically. She just couldn't bear to be with these grinning men a moment longer. She started out of the elevator.
"Oh, Miss Day," said Monty, "wait. You forgot something."
Alice turned around, to find Monty leering at her and holding out her panties. Blushing with shame, she snatched them from his hand and ran up the stairs. Weeping, she raced up the five flights till she came to her own floor. Just then the elevator doors opened, and Ed Manners stepped out.
"Miss Day," he said. "Alice-I'm terribly sorry if I embarrassed you. I didn't mean to. I want us to be friends. After all, we're neighbors. I just moved in next door to you."
"Oh, NO," said Alice. God, how could she endure it, having this man live right next door to her, after the way she'd behaved with him? She rushed past him without a word, unlocked her door, and slammed it behind her. Alone at last, she began to sob uncontrollably. She just couldn't understand what had happened to her, why she'd given herself to a man after all these solitary years. Alice had read a lot about sex, in order to protect herself from it, but there were many facts she'd ignored and repressed, because she didn't want to believe them. There was the fact, for instance, that a woman's sex drive grows stronger with years, reaching a peak in middle age, and there was the fact that normal people cannot ignore their sexual needs without harming themselves emotionally. Alice didn't want to hear these things, but they were true in her case. She had repressed her needs far too long, and she needed sex more than ever in her life. That was why she'd gone to pieces with Ed Manners. These things were true, but she couldn't face the facts. She simply concluded that the Devil had taken over her body. She felt wretched and ashamed.
Alice hurried into the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, and turned on the shower hard and cold. She wanted to punish herself and to wash away every trace of sex. Ed's thick cum was still leaking from her vagina, and she scrubbed viciously at it. When she was thoroughly clean and blue with cold, she finally got out of the shower and began drying off. There was a full-length mirror in the bathroom, and Alice looked at herself naked. She blushed at what she saw. Without her ugly, mannish clothes, with her red hair released from its tight bun, there was no doubt at all that she was female, that she was attractive. Her figure was exceptionally slim and firm for a woman of forty-five, and her creamy pointed breasts were larger than average, capped by big strawberry-colored nipples. At the base of her belly was a triangular patch of fluffy red curls, dainty and sweet. She could see the red pout of her clit, poking out wickedly from between her pussylips. Yes, she was female, and there was nothing she could do about it. She recalled how it had felt to have Ed's long thick cock working steadily inside her, and she moaned with remembered pleasure.
"Mighty nice," said a voice.
Alice screamed and dropped her towel. She'd left the bathroom door open in her hurry to shower, and she whirled and saw Monty Sykes, the janitor, standing in the doorway leering at her.
"How did you get in here?" she demanded.
Monty rattled the keys at his waist. "Master key," he said lazily. "You seemed pretty upset, Miss Day, so I thought I'd check on you. But you look just fine to me." His watery blue eyes traveled hungrily up and down her creamy, naked body, widening appreciatively at her big pointed tits and the bright red fluff of her pouting mons.
"Well, you can just get out of here right now, Mr. Sykes," she said indignantly. "And don't you ever come into my apartment again without my permission."
Monty didn't move. He was a little, wiry man, lean and hard, with a hooked nose and sparse gray hair and a pock-marked complexion. He wore a gray shirt and denim overalls, and Alice could see a sharp tenting at his crotch. For the second time that day, a man had gotten a cock-stand from looking at her. It was just too awful. But whereas Ed Manners had excited her, Monty Sykes repelled her. Ed was handsome arfd rugged and very virile, but Monty seemed to her a repulsive little worm of a man, evil and filthy-minded. She never had liked the way he leered at her when she passed him in the hall, the wicked way he ogled her tits and ass. It was unbearable to have him lounging there in the doorway staring at her naked body.
"Get out, Mr. Sykes," she said coldly. "Get out or I'll call the manager."
"Aw now, you wouldn't wanna do that," said Monty, gawking openly at her beautiful big boobs with their bright pink nipples. "I mean, if you call the manager, Miss Day, then I'll hafta tell him what I saw when I fixed the elevator. He sure won't go for that. I mean, hell, if he found out that you and Mr. Manners was screwin' right in the elevator, he'd probably kick you out. You wouldn't wanna lose your apartment, would you, after all these years? It's awful hard to find a good apartment in New York."
Alice trembled. Damn it all, it was true. The manager surely would evict her, and it would be impossible to find an apartment as nice and inexpensive as this one. That little worm had her.
"Very well, Mr. Sykes," she said icily. "I won't report your behavior if you won't report mine. But you must leave. This is outrageous."
"That ain't exactly what I had in mind," said Monty. "I was hoping for a better deal than that. I mean, shit, Miss Day, you did a real naughty thing, fuckin' right there in the elevator, and if you don't want me to report it, you're gonna have to do something nice for me."
"Just what do you mean by that?" Alice said haughtily.
Monty grinned lewdly. "Well, ma'am," he said, "I figured that if you could ball a stranger like Mr. Manners, you could surely ball me. We've known each other about fifteen years now. How about it? We'll just step in the bedroom here, and you can give me a quick one."
"You must be insane," said Alice. "I'd never do a thing like that."
"Why not?" said Monty. "You sure as hell liked it with Mr. Manners. I heard you over the phone, squawking like a sow in heat. I know I ain't as handsome as him, but I got a dick that works just as well. Here, take a look."
Before Alice could protest, Monty unzipped his overalls and pulled out his fully erect prick. She couldn't help gawking at it. She'd gone forty-five years without seeing a penis, and she was curious.
She hadn't seen Ed Manners' cock, though she'd felt it, and this was her first chance to study one. Monty wasn't well hung. His thin little dick was about five inches long and no bigger around than her thumb, but it was stiff. He let go of it, and it popped right up to hug his belly, hard as a rock and tightly swollen. It sprang from a wiry nest of coarse gray hairs, and the shaft was pale white and laced with blue veins. The circumcised tip was purple and smooth, and from the dark hole at the top pearly droplets of cream dribbled. Alice found it incredibly ugly and vulgar.
"See," said Monty, leering at her, "plenty hard and ready to go. I can give you a real good fuck, Miss Day. How about it?"
"Never," said Alice. "Now, get out of my apartment."
"Whatever you say," Monty said. "I'll just go call the manager and tell him what I saw in the elevator."
"Oh, no," said Alice. "Please, wait."
As a matter-of-fact, Monty hadn't moved. He just slouched in the doorway, grinning at her.
"Please, Mr. Sykes," she said, "isn't there anything else I can do? Would you accept money?"
Monty shook his head. "Nope. I wanna ball you, sister. You been srubbing me, treating me like shit, for fifteen years. I wanna get into you, and I wanna see your face while I do it to you. I won't accept anything else. Either you put out for me, or
I report you. You can't have it any other way, so take your choice."
Alice sobbed helplessly. She didn't want to lose her home, and she didn't want the manager to know about the horrible thing she'd done. She had no choice. "All right, you animal," she said bitterly, "you win. But you have to promise that this will be the only time, and that you'll never tell anyone."
"I guess I can do that," said Monty. "Fair is fair. And you're such a cold bitch, nobody'd wanna ball you twice." He pulled down the straps of his overalls and let the garment slide to the floor. He wasn't wearing any shorts, and Alice shuddered as she saw his skinny, hard, hairy body and the bloated coarse-haired sac of his ugly little testicles. He quickly removed his shirt, leered at her, and said, "Okay, let's get into that bedroom."
Weeping, Alice led the way to her bedroom. It seemed incredibly evil to be having two men in less than an hour, and she dreaded the touch of Monty's ugly little body. If only she hadn't succumbed to Ed Manners, if only they hadn't been caught.... Events seemed to be running away with her. She lay down on her bed and opened her legs, blushing horribly and closing her eyes, unable to look at the janitor's leering face.
"Unh-unh," he said, "not that way. Let's do it doggy-style."
Alice didn't know what he meant. She'd thought there was only one way to fuck. She gawked at him, and Monty said impatiently, "Get on your hands and knees. Get that sweet little ass up in the air."
Then she understood. It was the posture of a female dog in heat. She wept bitterly as she got onto her hands and knees, and Monty maneuvered her so that her round wide buttocks were just at the edge of the bed and he could stand behind her. To Alice's horror, she saw that they were fully reflected in the big mirror of her dressing table. In the mirror she saw Monty seizing her hips to steady himself, poking his stiff little peter into the hair-fringed scarlet tissues between her legs. He caught her gaze and winked at her. Alice wept loudly, but he only grinned.
"Okay, baby," he said eagerly, "here I come."
Alice gasped as she felt his rigid little dick nosing into the moist mouth of her pussy. She was still creamy with Ed's cum, so Monty had no trouble getting in. He groaned hoarsely as his rigid little dick slid swiftly through her hot pulpy tunnel right up to her quivering womb.
"Man," he said, "that's tight. Nice an' tight."
It should be, thought Alice. She knew Monty would laugh if she told him that only an hour ago she'd been a forty-five-year-old virgin. She didn't want to talk with the man, anyhow, just wanted to get this awful scene over with. Monty Sykes, she thought. Ugh.... She shuddered to think of his grimy little paws on her silky body, flinched as he drove his stiff little cock deep into her. He wasn't being gentle. He snorted, yelped, and humped her furiously, digging cruelly into her tight little hole, working with blinding speed. Alice thought of her prim repressed mother and could understand her abhorrence of sex-to a woman like that, it would seem dirty, animalistic, and disgusting. Probably Alice's father had been no different from any other man in bed. It was only his misfortune to have married a frigid woman.
What about Alice, however? Was she frigid? Not by a long shot. She was quickly discovering that even though she despised Monty, she loved what he was doing to her. His rigid little prick jabbed and sawed swiftly in her steamy little box, sending sharp sensations of pleasure through her whole body, and she struggled not to moan with delight. She didn't want to give Monty the satisfaction of knowing how much she enjoyed being balled. It wasn't easy, however. Her whole pelvis seemed to melt with urgent lust, and she felt her newly awakened cunt growing red-hot and soaked with cream in response to his swift humping.
Poor mother, she thought, she didn't know what she was missing....
Monty's furious humping created steamy friction between cock and cunt, sending Alice into a frenzy of pleasure. Why in the world hadn't she guessed that sex was FUN? She saw now how blind she'd been. All around her, all her life, she'd seen that people were wild to do it, that there must be some attraction to it. They wrote books about it, made movies about it, discussed it all the time in magazines. Only now did Alice begin to understand why. Sex was the greatest pleasure going-only she'd waited forty-five years to find it out. Her body sizzled with hot pleasure, her newly deflowered cunt nipped and sucked voraciously at Monty's jerking meat, and she had to clench her teeth in order not to shout her ecstasy.
"Hot," said Monty. "Oh, Jesus Christ! I'd never of guessed you had such a sweet little cunt, baby! Always thought it was stuffed with ice." He chuckled wickedly and balled her even harder.
Alice bit her lip, trying not to groan. Her well-fucked vagina felt ready to explode with delicious sensation, and her cream was running in rivers. She felt every movement of Monty's sharp jabbing little cock, felt his bristly testicles slapping her thighs, his stinging sweat falling on her bare back-and she enjoyed all of it. She knew her long-starved body was made for fucking, that this explained the naughty dreams she had. In her conscious life she hadn't allowed herself to become horny, but it came out in dreams. She had denied herself the supreme pleasure in life, without even knowing it, thanks to the warped teachings of her mother.
"Cum, you bitch, cum," said Monty, panting hotly. "Goddamn it, I know you like it. You're creaming a fuckin' river. ... Fer chrissake, CUM."
He gave it everything he had, fucking her harder than he'd ever fucked a woman before. His little dick grew red-hot with friction, and suddenly he just couldn't hold out any longer. He felt the sharp contraction of his loaded balls, the sizzling rush of sperm up the tight shaft of his cock, and then he was spraying it into her, gush after steamy gush of cum. It was just at that moment that Alice lost control. It felt too good, she couldn't keep quiet any longer. A thunderous climax rocked her lush body, and she began to scream ecstatically.
Monty had the satisfaction of watching the stern old maid go crazy with pleasure under the stimulus of his hard fucking. Even as he finished shooting his load and his cock began to go limp, he kept humping her with brutal fury, grinning as he listened to her uninhibited wails of pleasure and watched her voluptuous body quaking and writhing around his impalement. He'd often fantasized this moment-fucking that cold bitch into a frenzy-but he'd waited fifteen years to achieve it. When at last she was done cumming, he let go of her and let her flop heavily onto the bed. His small pale dick slipped out of her hair-fringed little hole, wet with her juices.
"Pretty good, huh, baby?" he said, leering at her. "You really liked it, didn't you?"
Her passion spent, Alice felt only shame. She covered her face and began to weep with mortification, unable to meet his leering gaze. This excited Monty, and he was just thinking of having another go at her, when the doorbell rang. Alice and Monty leaped up in alarm. Monty hastily gathered up his clothes and went out the window, while Alice grabbed a bathrobe and headed for the door.
CHAPTER THREE
"Hi," said Ed Manners. "I just couldn't rest till I made a proper apology."
It was the first time Alice had really looked at him. This man, who not an hour before had taken her virginity and given her her very first orgasm, was a complete stranger to her. They'd fucked in the dark, and afterwards she'd run away in shame, too humiliated to look at him. Now she saw that he was actually rather attractive. A little over six feet tall, he had broad shoulders and a hard muscular body. His face was tan and rugged but not homely, and he had piercing blue eyes and a thick mane of silver hair. In fact, he was too attractive. Alice was suspicious.
"Surely your wife will be missing you," she said coolly.
"My wife?" said Ed Manners. "Oh. No, she won't. She's dead. I've been a widower for some time now. Please, don't look at me like I'm an ax-murderer, Miss Day. I'm on the level. I only wanted to apologize and see if you're all right." next thing she knew, she'd been knocked to the floor by a heavy furry weight. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist, and something hot and moist nosed into the crotch of her panties. Half stunned, she gawked before her and saw an enormous German shepherd. The animal had knocked her to the floor and was hungrily licking her crotch. Alice went red with embarrassment. "Brute!" said Ed. "NO!"
"Bad dog," said Chris, seizing the dog's collar and dragging him off Alice. The dog whined to get at her again, but the boy pulled him away and locked him in another room.
Blushing furiously, Alice tugged down her skirt, and Ed hurried to help her to her feet. "I'm terribly sorry," he said. "Brute is so friendly, and he especially-likes women. I guess he just got carried away."
"This apartment is a little small for such a big dog, isn't it?" Alice said huffily.
"Yes, it is," said Ed. "We hope we don't have to stay here long. I'm just trying to earn enough money for a down payment on a country house. It'll be a lot better for Brute, and for my son Chris, too. Here, Alice, have a martini. I'm sure you need one, after the day you've had."
Alice didn't usually touch liquor, but she accepted the drink eagerly and almost gulped it down. Ed quickly supplied her with another one. She needed the warm, numbing effects of alcohol in order to regain her composure. She made small talk with Ed and discovered that he was an architect and that the boy, Chris, was fourteen years old. Ed's wife had been dead for five years, and it wasn't easy for him to hold down his job and be both mother and father to Chris.
"I've never had any of those responsibilities," said Alice. "I've always been alone."
"Never married?" said Ed. "Didn't you ever get lonely?"
Of course she had, but she didn't admit it. "No," she said, "I do just fine by myself."
Ed looked penetratingly at her. "I don't believe that, Alice," he said. "Remember, I fucked you today, and I know how much you need sex."
Alice went beet red with anger and embarrassment. How dare he mention such a thing and use such language? She was so humiliated that she had to excuse herself for a moment, and she asked Ed the way to the bathroom. As she walked there, she realized she was rather drunk. She was so absorbed in her own feelings that she pushed open the bathroom door without knocking.
Chris was just stepping out of the shower. Alice had entered quietly, and he didn't see her. He was completely unselfconscious about his young body, standing lazily before the mirror and looking himself over. He was not quite as tall as Alice, and his body was halfway between childhood and manhood, the shoulders just beginning to broaden, his muscles becoming well-defined. His skin was tan and absolutely hairless, his limbs well-proportioned. But what caught Alice's attention, what made her stand there and gawk stupidly, was the sight of his immature cock and balls. They were the most beautiful things she'd ever seen.
From the flat, hairless base of his belly sprang his pure white little penis, just about the size of Alice's middle finger. The boy wasn't circumcised, and his small peter ended in an adorable little point of soft white wrinkled skin, with just the very tip of his cherry red glans poking out. His testicles were a rosy pink, devoid of hair, flushed and slightly swollen. Everything about him seemed so pure, clean, and delicious to Alice that she wanted to grab him and run her hands all over his body. All her life she'd remembered her mother's teachings about men being "dirty", being hairy and brutish and coarse. None of this applied to fourteen-year-old Chris Manners. He was beautiful. Alice felt no fright or repulsion as she looked at him. On the contrary, she felt her pussy suddenly glowing with horniness, felt her vagina moistening and leaking its eager cream. To hold that adorable boy in her arms, to feel that exquisite little cock nosing into her ... She couldn't help herself. She flushed deeply and gave a little gasp of wonder.
Chris jumped. As he did so, his pale little cock bounced, and Alice gawked at it. "Oh, Miss Day," he said, "I didn't know you were there."
"I'm t-terribly sorry," Alice said, stammering and blushing. "I-I didn't realize anyone was in here."
"Well, I'll get right out so you can have the bathroom," said Chris, marching past her stark naked. He seemed not the least bit embarrassed by her glances.
When he had left, Alice closed the door with trembling hand and stood there trying to catch her breath. God, what was the matter with her? Suddenly, in a matter of hours, she seemed to have become a sex fiend, a dirty old woman. Up to today, she'd never been attracted to a man and had vowed to be a virgin till she died. Then in the elevator everything had gone crazy, her whole life had changed. Once she'd been fucked, all she could think of was sex, sex, sex. Awful as it seemed, she was even aroused by a fourteen-year-old boy, a kid young enough to be her grandson. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself.
Alice somehow calmed herself and returned to the living room. Chris presently joined them, dressed and combed, and they ate dinner, but Alice hardly tasted a thing. She was too nervous in male company, too upset with her own behavior. Pleading weariness, she left early, but Ed insisted on walking her to her door, only a few yards away from his.
"Are you going to invite me in?" he said.
Alice blushed. "Oh, I don't think so, Ed," she said. "It's late."
"Not that late," he said, pushing past her and stepping into her apartment. "Plenty of time to have fun."
"Ed, please," said Alice, closing the door behind them so the neighbors wouldn't hear, "you have to understand that this afternoon was-well, not me. I'm not interested in men, and I have no desire to repeat that experience. I thank you for the nice dinner, but I don't want to see you again. Now please leave."
"Bullshit," said Ed.
He switched on a lamp in the living room and faced her. His penetrating look made her blush. "Quit shitting me, Alice," he said. "You loved it when I balled you, and you want more. You have some silly hang-ups about sex, I can see that, but you can overcome them. It's ridiculous to torture yourself like this, to deny yourself the greatest pleasure in life. Come off it, Alice. Let's go to bed."
"Ed, NO!" said Alice. He was starting to take off his clothes. She gawked helplessly as he stripped, her eyes riveted to his long half-limp cock. She remembered Monty Sykes' hard little tool and realized that Ed was much better hung. His long swaying dick was just about twice the size of Monty's. She thought of taking that long thick thing inside her, and her pussy suddenly boiled with longing. It would be good, so good.... She wouldn't do it, though. If she went on like this, fucking every man she met, she'd be known as a loose woman and would lose all respect for herself. It had to stpp.
"I'm going to bed," said Alice, "and I'm locking my door. If you want to stand here naked in the living room, go right ahead, but I want nothing to do with you."
She marched resolutely toward the bedroom, and Ed stuck out one foot and tripped her. Alice screeched and went tumbling to the rug. She felt his hot hairy body scrambling over her, his big strong hands fumbling with the buttons of her prim, mannish suit. He was laughing. "Oh, come on, Alice," he said, "don't be such a fucking prude. Let's get these ugly clothes off, so I can see that gorgeous body of yours. At least I THINK you've got a body under here somewhere. Why in God's name do you wear such awful clothes?"
Alice was struggling to get away from him and didn't reply. He was so much stronger than her, however, that she couldn't escape, and she wept helplessly as he mercilessly ripped off her expensive tweed suit and her demure white cotton underwear. Her lush pink nakedness made his eyes gleam hungrily, and he began to paw her huge, quivering tits.
"Now, that's more like it," he said. "Christ, you've got a beautiful body, Alice. Why do you hide it? And why do you wear your hair in that godawful bun? Here, let's take it down."
He pulled the hairpins from her spinsterish bun, and Alice's waist-long red hair cascaded down. As it did so, she seemed to lose ten years off her age, and she looked like a woman instead of a sexless old maid. Ed's bright eyes reflected her gorgeous writhing body. "Oh, baby," he said huskily, "Let's not play games anymore. Let's get it ON!"
He lowered himself onto her, his cock rigidly stiff now and poking hard against her belly. Alice screamed and began to beat her fists against his broad shoulders. If he succeeded in raping her, it would be the third time that day that she'd been fucked, and she simply couldn't stand the degradation of it. She wasn't a whore, she just wasn't....
"Let me go," she said. "I don't want to."
"Like hell," said Ed. "Let's see how you like THIS."
His silver head suddenly dipped between her tender white thighs, and Alice gasped with sharp pleasure as he expertly began to eat her pussy. His slick wet tongue teased her highly sensitive little clitoris, then nosed mischievously into the pink swollen folds of her labia, sending sharp bursts of pleasure through her starved pussy. She felt his stiff tongue thrusting deep into her cunt, and she howled with pleasure and helplessly opened her legs wide to him. Her cream gushed out to wet his face as he swiftly tongued and licked and probed in her boiling little pussy, and she moaned and whimpered ecstatically. She just couldn't help it, it felt so good. That day in the elevator Ed had awakened her to the pleasures of sex, and now she could think of nothing else....
"You little bitch," he said, chuckling, "you wanted it all along."
That did it. Alice felt thoroughly humiliated and degraded. She drew back her arm and punched Ed in the nose, full force, making him yelp with pain. "You ANIMAL!" she snarled. "All you men are animals."
Ed grabbed his nose, and while he was distracted, Alice slipped out from under him, raced into her bedroom, and locked the door. Her body ached with horniness, but she was damned if she'd let that man know it, damned if she'd act like a common slut. She heard Ed getting to his feet, cursing and fumbling into his clothes.
"You're frigid, Alice," he said coldly. "You poor bitch, no wonder you never married. Well, I hope you're happy."
He went out of her apartment, slamming the door, and Alice threw herself on her bed and wept. It had been an alarming day, and she just didn't understand what was happening to her, why she was violating all her moral principles and overcoming her decades of man-hating. She'd never had this problem before, never been horny-except in her dreams. Why was it happening to her now? Even though she was furious with Ed, she still wanted his cock in her-his cock and any other cock she could get, even Monty Sykes'. She couldn't get enough. She thought of young Chris Manners, and her pussy went red-hot with need. Oh, God, wouldn't she ever be satisfied?
It had to stop. Alice got up and took a cold shower, put on a prim cotton nightgown, and got into bed. She wanted to blot out everything in sleep, but it was no use. She couldn't sleep, not while she was so desperately horny. Her pussy wouldn't stop creaming, aching.... Wearily she turned on the light. She hated the idea of masturbating-her mother had always told her that it was a wicked, filthy thing to do-but if she didn't take care of her burning need, she'd never get any rest. Alice raised her nightgown and looked down at the puffy little red patch of her mons fur. Just what was it Ed had done to her that felt so good? She tried to recall, for she'd never touched herself there before.
Gingerly she parted the soft-furred lips of her mons and looked at the small bright red shaft of her clit. He had licked her there, driving her wild with pleasure. Could she get the same effect with her finger? Blushing, she gently touched the bright red nub, and immediately she felt a jolt of pleasure that made her moan aloud. She rubbed herself again, and it felt even better. Alice groaned and flopped back on the pillows, closing her eyes and surrendering herself to the keen pleasure of rubbing her greedy little clit. The tiny shaft of flesh responded to her every touch, stiffening, glowing, getting hot and moist. She ran her finger around it in delicate circles, feeling the wet little bump grow stiff like a miniature cock in erection. It felt fantastically good. She seized the rigid little shaft between her thumb and forefinger and began to tweak it, at first gently, then with increasing passion. In all her forty-five years she'd never done this to herself, because her mother had told her it was wrong. She almost cursed her mother's memory for denying her this pleasure. How could anything that felt so good be wrong? All those years, when she'd been without a man, she could at least have had this....
The rubbing and tweaking of her clit felt great, but Alice began to grow curious about the rest of her pussy, all those places she'd been too embarrassed to explore even in the bathtub. She slid her hand down farther between her thighs and encountered the slick convoluted folds of her labia, warm pink puffs of flesh that responded eagerly to her touch.
It felt very good to rub herself there, and before long her hand was warm and wet with her horny juices. Blushing but curious, she felt around till she located the tiny wet opening of her cunt, and she gingerly inserted a finger.
"Ahhhh, God," she said, writhing with sudden pleasure. This was the best thing of all, to be penetrated. She worked her finger in deeper and felt the slick heat of her own vagina for the first time. She could understand how a man might enjoy slipping his cock into that tight juicy nest of nipping tissue. Before today, no man had been there, and she hadn't known what she'd been missing. Eagerly she thrust her finger as deeply into her steamy little cunt as she could, moaning and whimpering with joy. It felt so good-but somehow it wasn't quite what she wanted. Her finger wasn't long enough, thick enough. It wasn't like a cock. Alice moaned with frustration and tried two fingers. Better, but still not what she needed. She ached for the long brutishly thick stuffing which only a cock could give her. She began to weep. She wanted to cum so badly, but she just couldn't quite make it.
Suddenly she sat up and gasped. She'd been thinking of cocks, things that resembled cocks, and she remembered the groceries she'd bought that morning. Among them was a very long large zucchini squash, shaped exactly like a monstrous cock. Granted the thing was green, she could overlook a little difference like that. Crazed with horniness, thinking of nothing else but her desperately needed cum, she leaped from her bed and ran to the kitchen.
She jerked open the refrigerator door, fumbled in the vegetable bin, and found the squash. It was a good foot long and terribly thick, but the shape was just right. Pussy juice streamed down her thighs as she looked at it. Yes, it would do.
Alice seized the squash and hurried back to the bedroom, throwing herself on the bed with aloud creak of springs in her eagerness to try the unusual instrument. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and was amazed at her appearance-flushed, wild-eyed, grinning lewdly. It just wasn't her. She felt a tinge of shame, but it was quickly overcome by her desperate horniness. She lay on her back, opened her legs very wide, and pressed the thick end of the squash to her steamy cunt mouth.
She began to push the thing into herself. It was hugely thick, almost too big for her recently virgin cunt, but she persisted, and suddenly the whole thing popped inside, thoroughly stuffing her famished vagina. Alice gasped, and her eyes rolled crazily. Her handsome face twisted in a lewd, lusty grin. This was exactly what she wanted and needed, this monstrously long thick stuffing, like some gigantic cock. Holding tightly to the end of the squash, she began to work the huge pseudo-phallus swiftly in and out of her creamy little cunt. It felt terrific, and she couldn't restrain her moans and wails of pleasure.
"Ahhhh, yes, yesss..." she whimpered, "yesss, fuck, oh, OHHHH!"
Her legs fell open wider and wider as she sought to penetrate herself right to the womb. Her body flushed with a deep rash of arousal, and her voice became hoarse with need. She began moving her hips in fucking motions, getting all the sweet hot friction she could. Her cream gushed out in steamy floods, making the thick vegetable bright and wet as she worked it in her cunt with increasing speed and pressure. Then suddenly she was cumming, wailing and kicking and shaking violently with blinding pleasure. It was her third orgasm of the day, but she felt as if she could never get enough....
Alice fell asleep promptly after her furious climax and didn't wake till nine o'clock the next morning. She felt a delicious presence in her cunt and looked down to see the ludicrous green vegetable sticking out of her. Instantly she remembered the shameful thing she'd done, and she gasped with shock.
She had no time to fret about it, however. The doorbell was ringing.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh, my God," said Alice. Blushing hotly, she jerked the long green vegetable out of her cunt, leaped out of bed, and hastily threw on her bathrobe. "How could I have done such a thing?" she said miserably. "Oh, God, what's the matter with me?"
She muttered to herself all the way to the door. The bell was ringing again, as if someone were anxious to see her. She opened the door, and there was Chris Manners, Ed's handsome teenage son. He looked bright and cheerful-and very attractive. Alice tried not to notice how attractive he looked.
"Good morning, Miss Day," said Chris. "I guess I woke you up, and I'm awful sorry, but I'm desperate. I've gotta get to a scout meeting, and Dad's in the shower. Could I take a quick shower at your place?"
"Why, of course, Chris," said Alice. "Come right in.
There was no reason not to be a good neighbor, and she liked the boy. She let him into the apartment, and to her astonishment, Chris started taking off his clothes right there in the living room. Apparently Ed had raised him to be completely unashamed of his nakedness, hi a way Alice envied him, but she found it quite embarrassing, too. She tried to turn away while he undressed, but she just couldn't resist peeking at his superb young body. He looked so fresh, so clean, so inviting....
"I really appreciate this, Miss Day," he said, pulling off his T-shirt. "You're a pal."
Alice was gawking at his hard, tan chest, and she blushed. "Oh, it's nothing, Chris," she said. "I'm glad to help. So you're in the scouts?"
He grimaced. "Yeah. Dad insists on it. I'm a little old for it, I think, but he still makes me go." He chatted away merrily as he unzipped his jeans and tugged them off, standing there in his Jockey shorts. Alice gawked hungrily at the limp little bulge of his crotch. When he began tugging down his shorts, she went red but couldn't take her eyes away. Out popped his bouncy little white peter, just as sweet and inviting as she'd remembered it, followed by his jiggling little rosy testicles. Alice felt her pussy growing hot and wet. She wanted so much to touch him.... God, she just had to get hold of herself, shape up.
Alice cleared her throat. "The bathroom's right there, Chris," she said, "just like in your apartment. I think I'll go get dressed."
"Right," said Chris, striding naked to the bathroom, his young white cock and rosy balls bouncing freely. "Thanks a lot, Miss Day."
Alice sighed deeply and disappeared into her bedroom, pussy juice running wantonly down her thighs. She'd hoped that she'd come to her senses today, be her old frigid self again, but no such luck. She just couldn't seem to get rid of this awful nagging horniness, couldn't get her mind off sex. Something had to be done, but she didn't know what.
Young Chris Manners knew what he'd like to do. Miss Alice Day might be kind of old and weird, but she sure had nice tits. As he stepped into the shower, he fantasized getting her robe off and playing with those mammoth jugs of hers. He sighed, and his young cock rose swiftly to full erection. Damn, it was a pain in the ass, being too young to fuck.
Chris loved his father and considered Ed a pretty good Dad in most respects. Ed was honest and open with him, fair and generous, and they had a good relationship. The only thing was, Ed kept treating him like a little kid. He couldn't seem to understand that Chris was fourteen and not a child anymore. Granted, he wasn't grown up, either, but he resented being treated like a baby. Ed wouldn't let him date yet and discouraged his interest in girls.
"You're too young, son," he would say. "Sex is a pretty heavy responsibility, and I just don't think you can handle it yet. Wait till you're sixteen, then you can start dating."
Chris felt that if he had to wait till he was sixteen, he'd die of horniness. He was already powerfully interested in girls and sex, and he'd read every book about it that he could get his hands on. He'd even had a few dates which he kept secret from his Dad, but he hadn't even gotten to first base with the girls. He'd take them to the movies, walk them home, and then move in for some action on their front porch. All he ever got was a couple of prim kisses, and once he'd felt a girl's tits through her sweater before she slapped his face. Big fucking deal, he thought. He wanted a lot more than that. He wanted to lose his virginity, the sooner the better.
Sometimes he and his male friends got together and had jerk-off contests, seeing who could cum first, shoot the farthest, and so on. It only made him more frustrated, as did the bull sessions he had with other boys. There were always a couple of guys in the crowd who claimed to have gotten laid already, and even though Chris didn't believe them, he always listened eagerly and lustily as they described their exploits. It seemed as if all he could think about anymore was sex. He was ready, but there was just one problem-he couldn't find a girl who wanted to do it. Most of his buddies reported the same problem. So they went on frigging themselves, seeing no way out of their dilemma. This morning, however, Chris had gotten a bright idea. He knew he'd never score with girls his own age, because they were too worried about their "reputations"-but what about an older woman, who'd fucked already and had no reputation to lose?
Specifically, what about Miss Alice Day?
Last night at dinner she'd looked pretty old and ugly, in those awful clothes and that spinster hairdo, and Chris hadn't paid much attention to her. This morning was different. She'd met him at the door with her hair down, dressed only in a filmy clinging robe that spectacularly outlined her lush mature body and drew his attention to her big jutting breasts. Man, he'd like to have a go with her, if only he could think of a way to get close to her.
Stepping out of the shower, thoughtfully rubbing his horny little cock, he got an idea.
He opened the door and called, "Oh, Miss Day, where do you keep your towels?"
Alice shot up from her bed in alarm. She was glad Chris couldn't see her. She'd been lying there rubbing her aching little clit, trying to bring herself off without much success. She'd just realized that she'd have to resort to the zucchini again, when Chris called. Blushing, she wrapped her robe around her trembling body and hurried to the bathroom. Chris was standing in the doorway, grinning, stark naked and dripping. Alice thought she'd die of lust for his handsome young body, and it was all she could do to walk straight and answer his question.
"The clean towels are right here in the hall cupboard, Chris," she said. "I'm sorry, I forgot to put one out for you."
"No problem " said Chris, "but maybe you could bring me one? I don't want to drip water on your rug."
With shaking hands, Alice opened the cupboard and took out a large bath towel. As she approached the boy with it, she began to tremble. The urge to touch him was so strong, she could hardly resist it. She couldn't keep her eyes off that pure white little penis of his-and she noticed that now it was erect, standing straight up and hugging his belly, the wrinkled foreskin drawn back to reveal the pretty red glans. Innocently she supposed that the stimulus of the shower had made him hard. After all, he was only fourteen, and in Alice's inexperienced mind that was too young to be interested in sex. She felt ashamed of herself. Chris was only a child, and yet she found herself lusting for him. Perhaps she ought to see a psychiatrist.
She held out the towel, and as Chris took it from her, their hands touched. Alice blushed hotly and felt a steamy rush of pussy juice from her aroused cunt. Humiliated, she started to back off, but Chris smiled and said, "Could you give me a hand, Miss Day? There are some places a guy just can't reach."
"Very well, Chris," Alice said nervously. Poor innocent boy, he could have no idea of the wicked urges running through her mind. She took the towel back from him and very gingerly began to dry him off, starting with his head. The long blonde hair fell to his shoulders, straight and clean, and for the first time in her life Alice found herself appreciating long hair. It was rather attractive, actually. She moved on to his shoulders and noticed their strength and new broadening. Perhaps he wasn't as much a child as she'd thought. By the time she began drying his chest and back, it was all she could do to keep from hugging him. He was so taut, trim, and good-smelling. She placed the towel on his small tight pale buttocks, and her hands shook violently. She felt the wicked urge to kiss that adorable little ass of his. Then, avoiding his genitals, she quickly knelt and dried his legs. No sense exposing herself to an impossible temptation. Beet-red and hot with lust, she stood up and tried to hand Chris the towel.
"There," she said, "all dry."
Chris didn't move to take the towel from her. "Hey, Miss Day," he said, "you missed a couple places."
"Huh?" said Alice, blushing even redder.
"My cock and balls," said Chris, without the least trace of embarrassment.
"Oh, yes," Alice said, so low he could scarcely hear her. Apparently Ed hadn't censored the boy's vocabulary, either. Trembling, Alice knelt again and looked at the parts she hadn't dried-his rigid pale little dick and the rosy globes of his hairless young testicles. She wondered if she dared touch them, she was already so crazed with lust. Yet if she didn't, the boy would sense something wrong. She couldn't bear to have him know how horny she was. Swallowing hard, Alice applied the towel to the floppy pink bag of Chris' balls, rubbing them very gently. Even through the damp towel she could feel their pulsating warmth.
"Ummmm," said Chris, "that feels nice."
He wasn't kidding. It had been pleasant having a woman dry him off-it hadn't happened for years, since his mother was alive-but he hadn't really gotten excited about it till she began to rub his balls. Nobody had ever touched him there before. Even his mother had contrived to skip that place. Alice's gentle steady rubbing sent hot bursts of pleasure through his pelvis, and he felt his immature testicles responding to her touch, tingling, glowing, swelling up almost as tight as his cock. He knew the sensitive little sac was filling up with cum, and he just wished he had something to do with it besides jack off. Masturbating was getting to be a real bore, hardly any fun at all. He wanted desperately to explore a woman's naked body for the first time, to use his cock in her the way he'd heard older boys describe.
From what they said, and from the books he'd read, he knew that his peter had to go in something called a "cunt," but he had no idea where it was or what it felt like. He just knew that everybody said it was the greatest, and he was dying to try it. Did he dare try anything with Miss Day, however? If he did, and if she got mad, she could get him into a lot of trouble.
While Chris debated these things and enjoyed her soft rubbing of his sensitive young balls, Alice had all she could do to keep from throwing away the towel and seizing the sweet little sacs in her bare hands. With Ed and Monty she'd simply wanted to be fucked, but with Chris she wanted to go a step farther and be the active party, to touch and caress and arouse.
Everything about his fresh young body was so attractive. His balls were thoroughly dry, she had no more excuse for touching them, and so she reluctantly moved on farther between his legs till she touched the bumpy light brown mouth of his anus.
She could feel the uneven surface through the towel, and she couldn't resist using her fingertip to rub right on that spot. Chris sighed deeply, and she knew it felt good to him, but she didn't linger. She didn't want him to think she was a dirty old woman.
There was nothing left to dry but his stiffly erect little cock. Alice gently placed the towel on it and began to rub, curling her fingers around the rigid pale shaft and working slowly up and down it. Through the towel she could feel the heat, the throbbing, the smoothness of his half-grown prick, and again she wanted very much to touch it with her bare hands. She could hardly understand herself. Her mother had always told her that a man's "thing" was the instrument of the Devil, fit only for hurting women and making them pregnant. Suddenly Alice didn't believe that anymore. She looked upon Chris' delicious little tool as simply a source of wild pleasure, and she wanted to enjoy it. She took her time about drying it, moving ever so slowly, which seemed quite agreeable to Chris.
"That really feels nice, Miss Day," he said, sighing. "Don't hurry."
There came a time, however, when the fat little penis was completely dry and she feared she might be rubbing it raw. Most reluctantly she moved upward to dry the very tip, the last wet place on his delightful adolescent body. Using just her fingertip and a corner of the towel, she rubbed very gently all around the bright red flesh of the gleaming glans, staring hungrily at the tiny dark hole at the tip. Suddenly, to her astonishment, a bright droplet of fluid bubbled out of the little hole. God, was it possible that she'd gotten the boy sexually aroused? Thoroughly ashamed of herself, she dropped the towel and stood up.
"There you are, Chris," she said nervously, "all dry. You'd better get going now, or you'll be late for your meeting."
Meeting, shit, thought Chris. Who wanted to spend a morning with the scouts, when he could be having an adventure like this. Unless he was completely mistaken, he thought Miss Day had rather enjoyed drying him off. He intended to find out. He seized the towel.
"Oh, golly," he said, "I'm sorry. I dripped water on you."
Before Alice realized what he was up to, Chris seized the neck of her robe and drew it wide open. Her big quivering pale tits bounced out, pointed and heavy, with their bright pink nipples. Chris couldn't help gawking for a second, because he'd never seen naked tits before, and these were far bigger even than the boobs of his fantasies. Huge pale melons, slightly elongated, they were amazingly firm for a middle-aged woman, and the flesh was wonderfully warm and soft. He placed the towel on them and began to rub vigorously.
"My hair must have dripped on you," he said.
It wasn't true, of course, but it gave him an excuse to play with those incredible jugs of hers. He just wished he didn't have to use the towel, that he could touch her bare flesh, but at least he was getting a good look and sort of a feel. Alice just stood there gawking at him, her mind boggled. Somehow she felt this wasn't right, and yet the boy seemed quite innocent in his concern. Besides, it felt good. Good, hell! It felt great!
Her big breasts were extremely sensitive, and as Chris rubbed her with vigor, delicious sensations shot right from her nipples to her increasingly aroused pussy, making her gasp and cream hotly. Cunt juice streaked down her thighs, and she struggled not to moan her excitement. Under his brusque stimulus, her huge jugs soon swelled even fuller and tighter, the strawberry-colored nipples stiffening into erection till they were sharply pointed. She felt the wild urge to snatch the towel from him and place his bare hands on her breasts-but, no, she must get hold of herself. She just couldn't seduce a fourteen-year-old boy.
"That's enough, Chris," she said hoarsely. "They're dry now."
Chris chuckled. "Boy, I'm clumsy today. Now I've dripped water on my cock. Will you dry it for me again, please?"
He held out the towel, and Alice helplessly took it. She didn't even bother to cover up her big swaying breasts as she knelt again before the handsome teenage boy. What was the use? She was done for already. She couldn't contain her lust, couldn't disguise it. She could think of nothing but prolonging this delicious moment of exploration. Panting lightly in her excitement, she went to her knees and stared at Chris' rigidly erect young dick, so pale and smooth and inviting. It wasn't wet. She knew that, knew that he just wanted her to touch him there again, but she didn't care any longer. It was all right with her. If he hadn't invented an excuse, she would have done so. Why pretend? Crazy with desire for him, thinking only of the moment, Alice let the damp towel drop from her hand. She hesitated only a moment longer, then moaned softly and reached out to touch his swollen young penis, curling her fingers around it and squeezing it hungrily.
"Ahhhh," said Chris. "Nice."
The sudden contact of warm smooth flesh was exciting for both of them. Chris liked having his cock handled, and Alice was powerfully excited by the heat and silkiness of his flesh. Moaning, she began to move her curled fingers gently up and down his velvety shaft, feeling the throbbing hardness beneath. She worked from the base of his prick up to the creamy red glans and back again, over and over, trembling with excitement as she touched a cock for the very first time. She'd thought it would be a nasty experience if she ever did it, but it was pleasant, very pleasant. After a minute or so she gained courage and dared to dip her fingertip in the sticky cream that bubbled from the tiny dark hole of his glans. She smeared the cream all around the raw red meat at the tip of his cock, making it slick and gleaming. Chris trembled and sighed, obviously enjoying it very much.
"Gee, that feels good, Miss Day," he said. "Don't stop, please."
There was no way in the world Alice could have stopped now. She never wanted to let go of that adorable little prick. As she pumped and tickled and squeezed it, steamy pussy juice ran in steady streams from her famished cunt, and she wondered just how mature Chris was. Mature enough to fuck her? No, much as she wanted it, that seemed impossible. He was too young, she had too many inhibitions to initiate it. He was only aroused by her touch, he couldn't imagine what she had in mind. All she could do was play with his cock, but for the moment that was thrilling enough.
Chris indeed hadn't guessed what Alice really had in mind. It was an impossible dream that this voluptuous older woman would actually want to ball with him. She seemed to like playing with his cock-he couldn't imagine why, but he wasn't going to knock it. It felt great, and he'd be content with that, at least for now. Her gentle teasing touch excited him so much, he felt his cock swelling almost to the bursting point. Man, if she kept it up, he was going to cum right in her face. He didn't think he could hold out much longer.
Alice was swiftly losing all her inhibitions. She knew only that she had to touch him. With one hand she kept pumping his rigid little dick, and with the other she reached out and cupped his tightly swollen rosy balls, squeezing them gently in her palm. They were soft and warm, and she repeated the motion, tenderly milking and pumping the pink little sac.
"Aw, yeah, YEAH," said Chris, swaying dizzily before her. The pleasure of having his balls squeezed was so stunning that he almost fell over, and he clutched her shoulders to steady himself. Then he closed his eyes and gave himself up entirely to the crazy wonderful things she was doing. He tried not to cum, but he sensed it was a losing battle.
Alice began to feel a very strange desire, an urge that deeply shocked her. Suddenly it wasn't enough just to touch him-she wanted to taste him, too. Saliva pooled hotly and heavily in her mouth, and she felt the crazy impulse to lick his cute little balls and stiff little peter. Why not? She'd gone beyond the point of no return already. Both she and Chris knew damned well that she wasn't just drying him off after his shower. She gurgled hungrily, stuck out her wet pink tongue, and began to lick his twitching swollen dick from base to glans, furiously, greedily. Chris gasped with pleasure and dug his fingers into her shoulders. The bliss of it left him beyond words, and he could only moan and pant as she licked him faster and faster.
Alice got a taste of the pearly stuff bubbling from the little glans hole at the tip of his cock, and she found that she liked the salty flavor. Impulsively she stuffed the trembling stiff meat into her mouth and began to suck hungrily on it. She'd heard of this practice before-fellatio, it was called, or, in vulgar language, a blow job. She was ashamed and surprised to be doing it, but she enjoyed it immensely and couldn't bring herself to stop.
She worked his whole prick into her slick hot mouth, right down to the hairless base, and began to suck on it with blinding speed, making a lewd slurping sound. Chris trembled and panted.
"We, shit, YEAH, Miss Day," he whimpered, "yeah, suck me. Ahhhh, Jesus, that feels great ... I'm gonna cum ... AHHHHH!"
Alice was surprised when she felt a flood of cum sizzling into her mouth, but she wasn't repulsed. She loved the light salty taste, and she swallowed it as fast as he shot it. Then they both leaped up in fright as they heard pounding on the apartment door.
"Chris?" called Ed Manners. "Chris, are you in there?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Alice hastily swallowed the last of Chris' cum, choking in her fright. "Oh, my God," she said, "my God!"
"Keep cool," said Chris. "He doesn't know anything. Just go on out there and act like you were asleep."
Alice obeyed, thinking that Chris was remarkably level-headed for such a young boy. She opened the door, blinking and trying to look sleepy. Ed stood there with a concerned expression on his face.
"Alice," he said, "have you seen Chris? He's disappeared."
"Oh," she said, yawning, "I'm sorry. I should have told you. He came over here to use the shower, and I guess I just fell back asleep."
Ed smiled with relief. "Well, no problem then, except that he's going to be late for his scout meeting if he doesn't hurry. Sorry we woke you up."
"I'll tell him," said Alice.
"Maybe we'd both better tell him," said Ed. "He's slow enough as it is."
Alice let him inside, and Ed called, "Hey, son, get a move on. You have to be there in ten minutes."
"Yeah, Dad, I'm coming," said Chris. In another minute he emerged from the bathroom in his uniform, hair neatly combed, looking remarkably young and innocent for a kid who'd just gotten sucked off. Oh, God, thought Alice, I've just seduced a boy.... She went red with shame.
"I'm ready now, Dad," said Chris. "Thanks very much for letting me use your shower, Miss Day."
"Oh, of course," said Alice, stammering. "Any time."
"Well, I gotta run," Chris said, heading for the door. "See ya later."
They heard him thundering down the stairs, and Ed turned to Alice and grinned. "I guess I shouldn't have worried. He's a pretty responsible kid after all. But there's something else on my mind, Alice. I guess I was pretty rude to you last night. I said some unkind things when you refused to go to bed with me. I want to apologize."
Apologize? After she'd just finished blowing his son? It seemed ludicrous. Alice felt far more guilty than Ed could ever feel. However, she couldn't let him know that. She'd die if Ed or anyone else ever knew what she'd done with Chris in the bathroom.
"That's all right, Ed," she said meekly. "You were rude, but I guess I can understand. When a man gets lusty, perhaps he doesn't think about manners."
Ed nodded vigorously. "That's true. We're real animals sometimes, when we're horny. And I was horny. I still am. I'm so busy with my work and with Chris, I just don't have time to meet girls and go on dates. Yes, you could say I'm horny a lot of the time. But you could help me solve that problem, Alice. You could be the answer to my prayers. I rather think I might be the answer to yours, too. How about it? Should we become lovers?"
Alice blushed all the way down to her toes. Even though what Ed said was true-that she, too, was horny and needed a steady lover-she took his suggestion as a grave insult. All her mother's teachings came back to her in full force-that men want only one thing from women, that a "nice" girl never gives in without a marriage proposal. Ed had the colossal gall to ask her to be his mistress, to live in sin with him. It was an insult to a decent, moral woman like Alice Day.
"How dare you?" she said icily. "I am not a whore, Mr. Manners. I'm a decent woman. I wouldn't dream of doing what you suggest."
Ed sighed deeply. "Oh," he said dryly, "you won't go to bed with me now that you know me-but it was okay for you to ball a perfect stranger on the elevator. Is that it? Excuse me if I'm confused. Maybe you can explain your logic to me, Alice, because I don't follow. Personally, I think you've got your head up your ass."
Alice reddened. "I don't have to explain anything to you. I have my principles, and I intend to abide by them. I will not become your mistress. Now, get out of my apartment."
"Jesus Christ," said Ed, "I don't think I'll ever understand you. I know you're horny, I know you love to fuck, yet you keep denying yourself. Why, Alice, why? Why do you torture yourself like this? I think your attitude is really sick."
Alice wondered about that. Maybe he was right. The question was, which one of her attitudes was "sick"? Was it her lusty self or her repressed self that was wrong? She didn't know anymore. She felt like two totally different people living in the same body and struggling for its possession. She didn't know which one would win.
"Please, Ed," she said, "I don't want to talk about it. Just leave me alone and let me think."
"Think about what?" he said impatiently. "Whether or not to have a sex life? That's silly, Alice. You're a normal woman, you need sex, so what's to debate about? We need each other, so why don't we just cut the crap and enjoy ourselves?"
Again Alice blushed. "It's not so simple," she said hotly. "Maybe you don't have any moral standards, but I do. Maybe-"
"Oh, for chrissake," said Ed, striding toward her, "I've heard enough of your silly talk. Now I'm going to make up your mind for you, since you can't make it up yourself. You want sex, Alice, you need it, and I intend to prove it."
"ED!" Alice gawked at him, caught his intention, and gave a little scream. She gathered her robe around her and started to run for the bedroom, intending to lock herself in, but Ed was too fast for her this time. He caught her in the hallway, seized her roughly, and began dragging her into her bedroom. Alice screamed and kicked and clawed, but he was far too strong for her and he didn't seem to feel the blows. He threw her onto the bed very hard, half stunning her, and before she could retaliate, he had ripped off her robe, leaving her naked and trembling. He stood beside the bed, hands on hips, eyeing her lush body hungrily.
"You were made for sex, Alice," he said. "You're just too beautiful to be wasted. You've wasted too many years already, in fact. It's a damned shame. But I intend to see that you don't waste anymore."
"That's not up to you," Alice said defiantly. "If I want to change my life, that's my business, and I'll do it when I want to. I won't be forced."
Ed shook his head. "No, Alice, you won't change, not without help. You're too warped, too repressed. Somebody really did a number on you-no doubt your mother-and you won't start to live unless I help you."
He began unbuttoning his shirt, and Alice stared at the curly gray hairs on his massive chest. He was a very attractive man, no doubt about it, and perhaps she was a fool to resist him. Her old moral principles were still strongly with her, however, telling her that to give in to this man, to become his mistress, was a wicked and evil thing. She had to fight him. Ed lowered his pants, and she forced herself not to look at his long pale cock. Then she heard the squeak of the bedsprings as he climbed onto the bed beside her.
Alice drew back her arm and prepared to swing at him as she'd done the night before, but Ed caught her wrist and held it painfully tight. He was grinning, but it wasn't pleasant. "I thought you'd try that," he said, "but I was prepared this time. You're not going to get out of it, Alice. You might as well relax and enjoy."
"You're going to rape me?" Alice said.
"If I have to. But, for God's sake, Alice, why should I? Why are you resisting me? You know you want it."
"I do NOT," said Alice, breaking into angry tears.
"Like hell," said Ed.
He pushed her down onto her back, and his silver head disappeared between her thighs. Oh, no, thought Alice, no, not that. ... If he started licking her pussy, she was done for. She knew the pleasure would overwhelm her. She felt the wet hot tickle of his tongue tip on her moist little clit, and in a panic she pushed against his broad shoulders and succeeded in dislodging his head from between her legs. She leaped from the bed and started running. She didn't know where she was going, except that she had to get away from this wicked temptation.
"Goddamn it, Alice," said Ed, thundering after her.
Alice heard him coming, felt his hot breath on her back. She made it to the living room, but in her terror and confusion she ran smack into the back of an overstuffed chair. She pitched forward and found herself up-ended, her face in the seat of the chair, her wide white buttocks in the air. Before she could extricate herself from this embarrassing position, Ed had seized her quivering ass-cheeks and was holding her firmly in place. He chuckled. "Perfect," he said, "better than I could have planned it."
"Ed, please, noooo," said Alice, unable to move.
Ed said nothing. Alice felt his hot moist breath fanning her exposed scarlet slit, and she trembled. His big firm hands pressed down on her ass, pinning her helplessly. Then she felt the teasing hot point of his tongue tracing a slow burning line from the bumpy mouth of her anus right to her trembling little red clit. "Oh, no," she said, weeping frantically, "oh, please, no...."
Still he didn't reply. He rested the pointed tip of his wet tongue on the highly sensitive shaft of her clit and began to tickle it, circling the quivering little nub in slick swift strokes. Burning pleasure streaked immediately through her, melting her pelvis, causing her cunt to contract sharply with arousal and grow juicy with her cream. Already she was succumbing to the incredible bliss of his pussy-eating. She hated herself. Her body was wicked, as her mother had always told her, and she had to fight its impulses. Grimly she clenched her teeth and tried to blank her mind, not to think about what was happening-but it wasn't easy. It felt so good....
Ed's slick hot tongue raced faster and faster around the sensitive shaft of her little red clit, and in spite of herself the tiny nub began to swell and stiffen in response to his touch. It grew like a small cock, getting longer and fatter, becoming ever more receptive to the play of his tongue. Alice could hardly keep from screaming her pleasure. Then something even worse-or better-happened. Ed planted his lips firmly on her glowing little clit, drew it into the juicy nest of his mouth, and began to suck it-swift fiery pressure that sent Alice into a delirium of joy. She knew she wouldn't be able to help moaning, so she pressed her face into the cushiony seat of the chair to muffle her joyful noises. She thought this would hide her pleasure from him, but she reckoned without her treacherous cunt, which responded with a scalding flood of cream. It overflowed her narrow passage and gushed out to soak Ed's face. She heard him chuckling.
"You ready to get fucked, Alice?" he said wickedly.
"NO," said Alice. "Leave me alone."
He only laughed. He bent down again, and she felt his tongue tickling mischievously through her plump pink labial folds, exploring every slick crease and cranny. It felt just as good as having her clit sucked, and again she had to bury her face in the chair to muffle her cries of ecstasy. Her vaginal cream flooded out in hot waves to drench his face, and Alice thought she'd die of mortification. Wasn't there any way she could control her wicked body? She struggled to stop her horny trembling, while Ed continued to lap and suck at her tender labia. Then she felt his stiff tongue sliding very slowly into her vagina, giving her delicious penetration, and she helplessly groaned before she remembered to stifle her cries. She'd almost given herself away.... His tongue snaked inexorably into her, deeper and deeper into her hot mushy little tunnel, till he was almost to her womb. Alice wanted desperately to let go and enjoy it, to open her legs wide to him, but her conscience went on fighting. She couldn't show herself to be a wanton slut, she couldn't stand the guilt....
Ed's long stiff tongue began flying in and out of her cunt, just like a real cock, probing and jerking and sending blasts of heady pleasure through her whole body. She felt herself just on the brink of cumming, in spite of all her efforts, when he suddenly withdrew his tongue. She sighed with relief-but not for long. Again she felt the burning slickness, the delicious sensation of licking, as he pressed his tongue to her slit and began to move it with tantalizing slowness down between her legs, right to the tightly clenched mouth of her anus. God, was he going to lick her there? Alice felt momentarily repulsed, but her reaction quickly changed to sharp pleasure as Ed placed the slick tip of his tongue on her tight anal mouth and began to circle it swiftly, tickling and lapping. She was astonished to find out how good it felt. She was ashamed of herself for enjoying it, but it was impossible not to. He began to wedge the tip of his hot tongue into the tight anal opening, and Alice sought to keep him out by tightening her sphincter muscle. Ed used his fingers to pry open her plump ass-cheeks, and then his tongue was gliding up her ass.
"Ohhhhh," moaned Alice.
She hated herself for that helpless cry of pleasure, but she simply couldn't stop it. She pressed her face tightly into the cushion, almost suffocating herself, so he couldn't hear the other noises she made-shrill little squeals of joy as his long hot tongue crept deeper and deeper into her narrow untried rectum. It felt incredibly good, just as good as having her vagina penetrated. He kept working at it, till finally he was lodged all the way to the root of his tongue, his chin pressing against her creaming vaginal mouth. Then he began to probe and wriggle and lap deep inside her, licking up all her pungent anal juices, and Alice whimpered and groaned with the keen pleasure of it. It was a terrible, dirty thing he was doing, sticking his tongue deep in her ass-hole-but she loved it. If only she could keep from showing how much she loved it....
Ed used his long thick tongue like a cock, zipping in and out of her tight sensitive rectum, making her shudder with joy. Again she felt herself get very close to cumming, perilously close, only now she didn't care. Perhaps Ed was right. Why fight it? It seemed ridiculous to hold out when it felt so good. Moaning hoarsely, she let her soft thighs fall open, let her anal muscles relax, welcoming his penetration. Let it come, she thought, I'll worry about it later....
To her intense disappointment, Ed suddenly popped his tongue from her hot writhing ass-hole. Alice moaned in frustration. Then she heard him say breathlessly, "You ready for it now, baby?"
"Yessss," whimpered Alice. She blushed terribly and answered in a low meek voice, ashamed of her surrender but desperate to be balled. He had proved his point, damn it, proved that she wanted sex, and she hoped he was satisfied with his victory.
Apparently he wasn't. "Well, I'll give it to you," he said coldly, "I'll ball you, Alice, but first you have to do something for me." He let go of her and stepped away.
Dizzily Alice got out of the chair and stared at him. His hair was tousled, his face sticky with her cream, his eyes glowing with lust. "Wh-what do you mean?" she said.
"I mean that sex is a partnership, Alice, that we're equals. I'm not just your stud. If you want to get balled, you have to return the favor." He waited grimly, hands on hips.
Alice understood, but she didn't know what to do. She'd never made love to a man before, never played with his body, except for that strange little episode with Chris in the bathroom. She wanted to be fucked desperately, wanted to please Ed, but she didn't know how. She gazed longingly at his huge cock, now stiff and swollen in full erection, the glans fat and purple and creaming. Perhaps he wanted to be touched there.
Alice approached him trembling and went to her knees in front of him. Gingerly she touched his gigantic length of meat, and to her surprise she found it just as slick and silky as his son's. Timidly she ran her hand up and down the stiff hot length of it, amazed at its size and hardness. It was so much bigger than Chris' adolescent prick, so much bigger around, and it sprang from a nest of wiry silver curls, whereas Chris was entirely hairless.
Ed's adult apparatus seemed huge and menacing to her, yet strangely exciting. She felt her mouth growing wet with saliva as she petted him, but she hesitated. Was there any way she could take that enormous long prick in her mouth without choking? She didn't think so, and the very idea frightened her. So she confined herself to stroking it, running her fingers up and down it with increasing speed and boldness, smearing the bubbling sticky cream of his glans all around the silky hard meat. She was afraid to touch his testicles, they were so huge and hairy and brutal-looking.
Ed sighed and quivered a little, but his voice was impatient. "I used my tongue and mouth on you, Alice," he said, "and I expect the same in return. What's the matter, does it disgust you?"
"No," Alice said timidly, "it's just that I've never done it before, and I don't know how."
"I'll tell you how," said Ed. "Just put your tongue on my balls. Lick them. Yes, that's it, only faster...."
Alice did as he said, placing the tip of her little pink tongue on the rough hairy surface of his hugely swollen nuts. She tickled swiftly, a little repulsed by the coarse hairy texture, but anxious to please him. Ed groaned happily as she licked him, and she felt his big testicles growing even fatter and tighter.
"Good," he murmured, "very good. Now move on to my cock."
Alice obeyed, running her slick wet tongue through the thick bush of pubic curls at the base of his giant cock, then on to the silky hot surface of his stiffly erect prick. She enjoyed this much more than licking his balls. She felt growing excitement as she raced her slick tongue up and down the tight smooth surface of his twitching cock, tasting his strong salty cream every time she licked the fat purple glans. Ed liked it, too. He snorted, grunted, and groaned with sharp pleasure as she wetted the whole hot surface of his bloated meat.
"That's right," he said breathlessly, "very good. Now the next step-take it in your mouth."
Alice gasped. What he wanted was impossible. She couldn't get that monstrous dick in her mouth, and she didn't want to try. If she didn't, however, she wouldn't get balled, and she'd die if he left her frustrated. Moaning, frightened, she seized his heavy, creaming meat and brought the glistening purple head to her lips. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and managed to cram in the glans, but it was a very tight fit, stretching her lips painfully. His strong-tasting cream assaulted her tongue, and as she panted and tried to work his gigantic dick in farther, she feared she would choke on it. It completely filled her mouth. Ed pumped his hips gently, urging her to take him in farther, and at last the oozing fat head of his cock was nudging her throat. Alice gagged.
"Take it easy," he said. "You can do it. Just rest for a second, then start sucking it."
Alice did as he said, waiting till her gagging panic was over, and then she started to suck his enormous hot prick, slowly and clumsily at first. Her own saliva made the job easier, and soon she was sucking him fast and loudly, making a lewd slurping noise. It wasn't so bad, but still she could take in only half the length of his enormous prick. Ed snorted with sharp pleasure as she worked on him. "Yeah, yeah," he said, "that's the way. Good. You'll be a cocksucker yet, Alice."
She blushed but didn't pause in her swift sucking. His cream bubbled out heavier and heavier onto her tongue, till her mouth was full of it. Her lips were so tightly stretched, they ached, and she sighed with relief when he suddenly withdrew. Looking up, she saw that he was grinning lustily. "Okay, sweetheart," he said, "just one more little favor, then we can go to bed. Remember the last thing I did to you?"
Alice paled. Oh, God, not that. She very well remembered his long thick wet tongue snaking deliciously up her rectum-but it repelled her to think of doing that to him or to anyone else. "Oh, Ed," she said, "I just couldn't."
His face darkened. "Okay, baby, if that's the way you want it. You just won't get fucked, that's all."
He started to reach for his pants, and Alice panicked. She'd die if he didn't fuck her, she was so desperately horny. She was willing to do anything to have him-yes, anything.
"Wait, Ed," she said, sobbing in desperation.
He turned to look at her, and Alice crawled over to him, her great long tits swaying. With a frantic sob she crawled behind him, spread his tight ass-cheeks, and contemplated the brown bumpy mouth of his anus. Revulsion swept through her, but stronger than revulsion was her nagging lust, her need for sex. She moaned and stuck out her small pink tongue, placing the tip on the pungent muscular mouth of his ass-hole. Ed quivered and sighed.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he said huskily. "Just stick it in."
Alice closed her eyes and thrust her tongue forward. Ed was more cooperative than she'd been, immediately relaxing his sphincter muscle and allowing her tongue to glide effortlessly inside. She pushed, and she felt her tongue enveloped in tight slick hot tissue. Whimpering, she pushed farther till she was lodged right to the root of her tongue, tasting his pungent rectal juices. She moved her tongue back and forth in a cock-like motion, just as he'd done to her. Ed gasped loudly and groaned in his intense pleasure.
"Oh, Jesus, yes," he sighed. "Yes, great. ... A few more times.... Fantastic. You better stop now, or I'll cum."
Gratefully Alice removed her tongue from his strong-tasting ass-hole. While she was still catching her breath, Ed got down on the rug beside her and lowered her eagerly onto her back. He mounted her, his body hard and hot and sweaty, and he plunged the thick head of his dick into the moist little mouth of her cunt.
"We're going to have lots of fun together, Alice," he said. "Today was just for openers."
Openers? Alice was shocked. She felt like she'd already gone as far as she could into wickedness and degradation. She was afraid of the future-yet when Ed sank his giant shaft into her hungry little vagina, she wailed ecstatically and threw her legs wide open to him.
CHAPTER SIX
That evening Alice Day sat in her bed, unable to sleep, and recalled how she'd spent the day. She'd begun by trying to bring herself off with her hand, and then she'd blown a fourteen-year-old boy. She'd spent the afternoon doing unspeakably wicked things with Ed, letting him fuck her again and again. The whole day had been nothing but sex. Temporarily appeased, she had returned to her old self, and she was appalled at how she'd behaved in the craziness of her lust. It was almost as if she were thinking of another person, a sex-crazed nymphomaniac. Clearly she was sick in the head. The next day would be Sunday, she couldn't do anything about it then, but on Monday she would take herself to a psychiatrist. She just couldn't go on like this.
The doorbell rang. Alice glanced at her clock-it was just after midnight. Who in the world could be calling on her at this hour? She hastily put on her robe and went to the door. There was Chris Manners in his pajamas, grinning.
"Hi, Miss Day," he said. "Hope I didn't wake you."
"No, you didn't," said Alice, "but what are you doing up at this hour, Chris? It's way past your bedtime."
He sighed. "You and Dad sound just alike. I'm not a little kid, I don't have to go to bed at seven-thirty. Besides, it's Sunday tomorrow and I can sleep in. I wanted to see you, so I snuck out of bed. Dad doesn't know anything about it. You gonna let me in?"
"Certainly not," said Alice primly. "It's very naughty of you to deceive your father, Chris, and I won't condone it. I want you to go straight back to bed."
Chris listened to her little speech and then pushed past her into the apartment. "You better close the door," he said, "unless you want the neighbors to know I'm here."
Alice closed the door. "Chris," she said angrily, "this is outrageous. Just what do you think you're doing? I meant what I said-I want you to go home."
Chris looked puzzled. "I don't understand you at all, Miss Day. I mean, this morning you seemed really hot for me, sucked my cock and everything. Now you act like it never happened. I don't get it."
Alice reddened. The boy was right, she was being a hypocrite. She said more kindly, "Chris, I know it doesn't seem fair, but this is how it has to be. What we did this morning was very wrong, and I don't intend to do it again. Please leave."
"Wrong?" said Chris. "What was wrong about it? I don't understand. We had a swell time, and nobody knows about it. Nobody got hurt. So what could be wrong with it?"
Alice sighed. The boy belonged to another generation, one which had no guilt about sex, and it was very hard to make him understand how she felt. "I'm not sure I can explain, Chris," she said, "except that it didn't seem right to me. It was against my moral principles."
"Then why did you do it?" Chris said innocently.
"Oh, my God," said Alice, turning away. "Please, Chris, there's no point in talking about it. I got carried away, but what I did was wrong, and I won't do it again. Please, please go home."
Chris made no move towards the door. "That sounds like a lot of bullshit to me," he said. "I mean, if it was against your principles, why did you do it? And if you liked it, why was it wrong? I think you should just forget all this morality crap, Miss Day, and have fun."
Alice thought how much he sounded like his father. He was telling her the same things Ed had this afternoon, only in simpler language. Again she wondered if they were right, if she was too repressed and ridiculously moralistic. On the other hand, she just couldn't approve of the way she'd been behaving ever since Ed seduced her in the elevator and gave her her first sexual experience. She couldn't spend her whole life fucking, taking on every male who approached her. There must be a middle way, somewhere, somehow.
"I don't know, Chris," she said wearily, "I'm just too tired and confused to deal with it right now. I'm going to bed."
"Fine," he said, "I'll come with you."
"CHRIS," said Alice, her eyes widening with shock. "You're just a child. How can you talk like that?"
"I'm NOT a child," he said in an injured tone. "I'm practically a man. If you don't believe it, let me make love to you. I'll prove I'm not just a little kid. I can get it up, and I can use it."
"My God," said Alice, "does your father know this?"
Chris laughed dryly. "No, he's just like you. He won't admit I'm growing up. He won't even let me date. But I'm ready-believe me, I'm ready. Please, Miss Day, let me do it to you. I'm so sick of being a virgin."
Alice sighed with relief. The way the boy was talking, she'd thought he'd already lost his innocence. She patted him on the head and said gently, "Be patient, Chris. You'll experience sex some day, when you get married, with a girl your own age. You're much too young to involve yourself in it now."
"Oh, for chrissake," Chris said angrily. "You're just like Dad, you don't listen. If you think I'm too young, just take a look at THIS."
He reached into the fly of his pajamas and brought out his half-grown cock. It was rigidly erect, pointing right at the ceiling, a little bubble of cream glistening at the tip. Alice gasped.
"Chris," she said, "don't display yourself like that. It's very wicked."
"I don't give a shit," said Chris. "You just tell me what I'm supposed to do with a hard-on like this, lady. Wait till I'm married? Do I go around with a stiff cock till then?"
Alice had never considered the male point of view before. She could see Chris' point, that it was outrageous to ask him to wait years before satisfying his nagging horniness. After all, she knew too well how insistent one's lust could be. Blushing, she said gently, "Well, Chris, a lot of people just take care of it themselves."
"You mean, jerk off," Chris said disgustedly. "I've been doing that for a long time, and I'm sick of it. I want a woman."
"Well, don't look at me," said Alice. "I'm sorry for you, Chris, but I'm not going to help out. I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
She turned her back and marched resolutely toward the bedroom, never dreaming the boy would have the nerve to follow her. As she drew back the covers, however, he was right there behind her. She heard the rustle of clothing, and when she turned around to look, she found Chris naked. His hungry young cock stood straight up, hugging his belly, oozing eager cream. His young balls were tightly swollen with cum, and he looked at her desperately, urgently. "Please, Miss Day," he said, almost in tears, "please help me out. I'm so horny I could die."
Alice was moved. She knew how he felt. She had her reputation to guard, however, her self-respect to preserve, and she just couldn't bring herself to fuck a fourteen-year-old boy, not to mention the son of the man she'd been balling all afternoon. It was just too wicked.
"Chris," she said, "I'll bring you off with my hand, but that's all. And this is the last time we'll do anything of the sort."
"Oh, all right," he said, pouting, "I guess that's better than nothing."
Alice sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come here," she said. Chris walked over to stand in front of her, and she curled her fingers around his stiff little peter and began to pump it. Immediately she got excited. It was such a pretty little thing, pure and hairless and pale, laced with delicate blue veins. She loved the bright red tip, and she slowly worked the wrinkled foreskin back to uncover the glans completely. Her pussy stirred to life, throbbing and burning. If only he weren't so young, if only he weren't Ed's son.... Alice sighed and reached out to cup his young balls with her free hand. They were hot and tight and smooth in her palm, and she began to squeeze them with a gentle rhythm while she steadily pumped his cock. She wanted to bring him off quickly, to get him away from her, to end this wicked temptation. Pearly cream bubbled thick and fast from his tiny dark glans hole, dripping down the pale stiff shaft of his little cock, making her pumping slick and juicy. Oh, God, if she could only make love to him. ... It was out of the question, though. He was just too young. "Stop," said Chris.
"What?" said Alice. "Don't you like it?"
"Sure, I like it," the boy said miserably, "but it's just baby stuff. Three-year-olds do it. I'm not a baby. I want the real thing."
Alice got angry. "Well, I'm sorry, Chris, but that's all I have to offer. If that's not good enough for you, you can just leave."
"I'm not gonna leave till I fuck you," he said.
"That's enough, young man," Alice said sternly. "Your behavior is outrageous. I'm going to get your father."
She stood up, and Chris shoved her hard onto the bed. She hadn't realized how strong he was. He was slightly shorter than her, a lot slimmer, and gave no appearance of strength, but he managed to knock her flat on her back. She went down heavily, gasping for breath, and before she could recover, the slim blonde boy scrambled onto the bed beside her and tugged open the top of her robe. Alice's great bouncing tits came tumbling out of their confinement, the bright pink nipples wobbling wildly on the creamy globes, and Chris began to paw and kiss and lick her gigantic boobs, panting excitedly.
"Chris, stop that at once," Alice said furiously. "You're going to be punished for this, young man, believe me. I'll tell your father-"
"Tell him what?" said Chris. "I have something to tell him, too, you know. I'll tell him how you came in the bathroom when I was taking a shower, how you sucked my peter till I came in your mouth. You want me to tell him that, Miss Day?"
Alice gasped and reddened. My God, she just couldn't bear it if Ed found out what she'd done to Chris. "Very well, Chris," she said, "you may play with my breasts for a while, and I won't tell your father-but then you have to leave."
"Screw that," said Chris. "You either let me ball you, or I'll tell Dad everything."
Alice closed her eyes and sobbed. How in the world was she going to get out of this nightmarish predicament? She couldn't let Ed find out, and yet she couldn't fuck a mere child. It was an impossible dilemma. Then she got an idea. She could bring the boy off with her mouth, just as she'd done that morning, and then she wouldn't have to fuck him. All she had to do was trick him into it. After that, she'd be very careful never to let him into her apartment again. Pretending submission, she said meekly, "Very well, Chris, you win. But if we're going to do it, we might as well have all the fun we can. Let's play with each other first."
"Fine by me," Chris said delightedly.
Alice grinned at him and reversed her position, so that she lay with her face near his crotch and his face opposite her pussy. "We'll just have a little fun before we do it," she said. "I'm sure you'll enjoy this."
"I know I will," Chris sighed.
He felt Alice gently pick up his stiff meat and slip it into the hot juicy nest of her mouth. As she started to suck on it, he sighed blissfully, but he didn't get carried away as he had in the morning. Her sucking felt great, but it wasn't the only thing on his mind. Inches away from his curious eyes was her pussy-the first pussy he'd ever seen. He intended to grab the chance to explore it. He reached out and touched the soft red curls of her mons and quickly discovered that her pubic bush concealed a fleshy pair of lips. Parting the lips, he gawked at her scarlet slit.
None of his sex education courses, none of his bull sessions, and none of the books he'd read had prepared him for this, his first sight of a woman's mysterious sexual parts. It wasn't anything like he'd imagined it. It was so complicated, so intricate, so-well, different. It was really weird not to see any cock and balls, just those red fleshy folds. He saw the tiny button of her clit, the nude pink labial folds, the dark moist mouth of her cunt, all surrounded by a delicate fringe of red hair. What was it all for?
Gingerly he reached out and touched the little red nub of her clit, and Alice, her mouth stuffed with his cock, gurgled her enjoyment. He saw the tiny shaft growing stiff and plump and moist. So she liked to be touched there-he'd do it again. He went on pushing her little red joy-button, and every time he did so, she moaned and gurgled and grew wetter between her thighs. Chris was delighted. Now he knew how to arouse a woman.
Alice hadn't counted on this. The boy was a self-confessed virgin, so how did he know enough to play with her clitoris? She hadn't expected him to arouse her, she just couldn't let that happen. She sucked harder and faster on his fat little dick, hoping to bring him off before he drove her crazy and careless with lust. If she got too lusty, there was no telling what awful thing she'd do....
Chris moaned happily as Alice began to eat his prick faster and with more delicious hot suction, but it didn't distract him at all from his curious exploration of her pussy. He wanted to find out all about her. He moved on from her clit and began fingering her sensitive pink labia, exploring the hidden folds between her legs. This seemed to excite her just as much as rubbing her clit. She whimpered and creamed hotly. Chris made a mental note of this-women seemed to be very easily aroused, if you just got your hand in the right place. He rubbed the slick pink folds faster, and a sticky hot flood of cream burst from her cunt. Chris saw it, and he wondered what that hole was for. Maybe it was the "cunt" the older guys were always talking about, the place where you were supposed to put your cock. Eagerly he stuck his finger into the gushing hole, and for a moment he felt like he'd been burned.
She was blazing hot in there and very wet. Slick vaginal tissues clung to his finger, nipped and tugged at it, seeking to draw him in deeper. Chris slid his finger in as deep as it would go, but he still didn't find the end of that mushy little hole. He could well imagine how great it would feel to shove his hungry little dick into that delicious tight sheath of juicy flesh. He could hardly wait. In fact he was almost impatient with her cock-sucking.
Meanwhile Alice sucked him faster and faster, till her jaws ached, wondering why the damned kid didn't cum. It was very important that he cum soon, because that mischievous probing finger of his was driving her mad with horniness. He had it way up her cunt, moving it around like a cock, and she couldn't help creaming furiously and hotly all around it. She was getting dangerously lusty, losing all sense of morality. Oh, God, she thought, cum, you little bastard, before it's too late!
Chris was very far from shooting his load, however. His eager exploration of her pussy had kept his mind off her furious cock-sucking, even though he was vaguely aware of how good it felt. He was just waiting for her to finish, so they could do the real thing. Meanwhile he amused himself by exploring her strange red slit, so different from his own genitals. Only her anus looked familiar. He briefly touched her there, and again she moaned and creamed.
There seemed to be no place where she didn't like to be touched. Chris' main interest, however, was her cunt, and he moved his finger back to the hair-fringed steamy mouth and poked it inside again. Alice almost shot off the bed with the sudden pleasure of his penetration. Chris felt his finger bathed in sizzling cunt juice, and he poked in deeper, making Alice moan and writhe. Happily occupied in probing her juicy little hole, he had no idea how violently horny he was making her.
Alice almost sobbed with frustration. She hadn't intended to get turned on, only to make Chris cum and get him out of her apartment. It seemed, in fact, that she was getting more lusty than the kid, in spite of sucking his cock vigorously for almost five minutes. He was enjoying it, all right, as she could tell from his sighs and wriggling, but he just wasn't getting excited. Alice, on the other hand, was trembling with lust. What was she going to do?
"Hey, Miss Day," said Chris, "can we fuck now? I mean, all this is a lot of fun, but I'd like to get on to the real thing."
Alice spat out his rigid little dick, pale and gleaming with her saliva, and moaned. "Chris," she said, "I'm not going to fuck you, and that's that. I'm far too old for you, it's just not right. Now please leave, because I'm going to sleep."
As Chris gawked at her, Alice rolled over on her belly and pulled a pillow over her head, shutting him out. Chris' handsome young face contorted with anger. The lying bitch had promised to ball him, and now she'd gone back on her word. She'd just been teasing him all the time. Well, he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He was going to lose his virginity, no matter what he had to do, no matter how she protested.
"OH," cried Alice as she felt a sudden weight atop her body.
She realized that the boy had jumped onto her back, that he was reaching around her to squeeze her big wobbling tits, that he was wedging his slim hips between her soft thighs. She tried to roll out from under him, but too late-he'd taken her completely by surprise. She felt the sharp hard head of his cock poking eagerly into her tender vulva, seeking her cunt. "No, Chris, NO!" she said. "So help me, I'll tell your father! I'LL-OHHHH!"
She gasped as she felt Chris' rigidly stiff young prick nosing into her cream-soaked cunt. In one swift movement he was fully lodged, all the way to his floppy little balls. Fucking his first woman, feeling his hungry dick encased in hot, slick flesh, Chris moaned blissfully and began to move his hips fiercely, fucking her hard and fast, paying no attention to her cries and frantic movements. Alice was horrified. The kid was only fourteen, it wasn't right.... Her horror quickly vanished, however, replaced by sharp pleasure as his hard little cock dug relentlessly into her famished pussy, giving her the swift rough friction she craved. It was just too good, she couldn't help loving it. She relaxed beneath him, opening her thighs wide, giving him room to work. God help her, she just had to have it.
"Oh, my God, Chris," she wailed, "I love it....
It feels so good.... Fuck me, darling, yes, yessss, don't stop...."
As the delighted boy humped her ever faster and harder, Alice's eyes rolled crazily. She was moaning with pleasure, when suddenly she went still and rigid. There in the doorway stood Ed Manners, Chris' father.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ed Manners had been restless all evening. He knew he should have been pleasantly exhausted after fucking Alice all afternoon, but something was troubling him. Alice had aroused him to a peak of sexual performance he hadn't attained since his adolescence, causing him to get one tremendous erection after another, and she'd responded with wild pleasure to his screwing-but afterwards she'd wept bitterly, filled with shame and guilt. This wasn't how it should be. He wanted this woman, wanted her to be happy, but it just wasn't going to work that way until he helped her get over her ridiculous Puritan morality. Finally, near midnight, he decided to go have a talk with Alice.
Before leaving the apartment he went to Chris' room to check on the boy, wanting to be sure he was soundly asleep. He was alarmed to discover that Chris wasn't in his bed, wasn't anywhere in the apartment. Some instinct told him where to look, however. He couldn't say why, but he headed straight for Alice's. The front door wasn't locked, and Ed walked in without ringing the bell. He heard strange noises coming from the bedroom-the sharp creaking of bedsprings, panting, moaning. He hurried to the bedroom, looked in, and stopped cold. He couldn't believe what he saw.
Alice lay naked on the bed, face down, her lush white buttocks raised in the air and her thighs spread wide. Her handsome face was contorted with lust and pleasure, her voice hoarse and wailing. She clawed the sheets and jerked her hips, utterly absorbed in the pleasures of fucking. Atop her, furiously rutting, his eyes shut tight in bliss, was Ed's own son. Chris' modishly long blonde hair flew, his slim hips flew, he was all motion. He clung to Alice's big lush body like a leech, hammering her with his stiff little prick, and he moaned ecstatically.
Ed's mouth fell open. He just hadn't believed that Chris was old enough to be interested in sex, and it was even harder to believe that Alice would go to bed with him. Prim, repressed, spinster Alice, who wouldn't even make love to Ed without a long argument or a fight-Alice was balling his teenage son like a lusty tramp. Ed just couldn't understand it. He was too flabbergasted to be angry or shocked, at least for the moment. All he could do was stare and try to believe it.
Alice caught his eye, and she, too, stared, growing pale and rigid. Chris didn't see him, just went on humping blissfully, and in another moment the boy was cumming, groaning and shooting his sizzling boy-cum into Alice's steamy cunt. He sighed deeply, rolled off her with a happy grin, and said breathlessly, "Oh, wow! So that's what it's like. Far out."
Ed paled. It was clear that Chris had just lost his virginity-to, of all people, that prim old maid Alice Day. At last Ed felt some emotion besides shock. He was furious at Alice for seducing the boy and robbing him of his innocence. How dare she do such a thing? Chris was far too young for sex.
"Goddamn it, Alice," said Ed, "where do you get off, doing a thing like this? I balled you all day-wasn't that enough? Did you have to take my son, too?"
Alice buried her face in her arms and sobbed. "Oh, my God, Ed," she said, "I'm so sorry. I know it was terribly wrong, and I really tried to resist, but-"
"DAD!" Coming out of his blissful daze, Chris finally noticed his father standing in the doorway. "Dad, what are you doing here?" he said.
"Never mind what I'm doing here,'. ' said Ed angrily. "What are YOU doing here? It's midnight, Chris, and you didn't even tell me you were going out. What the hell were you up to?"
Chris grinned proudly. "Well," he said, "you can see for yourself."
"Oh, Chris, Chris," said Ed, shaking his head wearily, "I thought we'd settled this. You're only fourteen, too young for sex. Why did you disobey me? You know I wanted you to wait."
Chris sighed impatiently. "Okay, Dad," he said, "you just tell me something. How old were you when you had your first fuck?"
Ed reddened. "Well, as a matter-of-fact, I was thirteen, but that's different. I was mature for my age. I-"
"Bullshit," said Chris. "You've gotta stop treating me like a little boy, Dad. I'm old enough to ball, and I just proved it. You ask Miss Day if you don't believe me."
"I don't have to ask," Ed said miserably. "I saw." He turned and glared at Alice. "All right, what's done is done, I can't change the fact that my boy isn't innocent anymore. But I want some explanation from you, Alice. Why did you do this? Couldn't you see how wrong it was?"
"Yes," Alice said miserably. "I knew it was wrong, Ed, and I tried to stop him, but-well, I just got carried away. I wanted it too much. Oh, please forgive me. I hate myself. Please don't tell anyone."
Ed glowered at her. "I've got a good mind to tell the manager and get you kicked out of this building. You're sick, Alice. You tell me you hate men, that you're not interested in sex, and then you ball everything in pants-including an innocent fourteen-year-old boy. You don't belong with decent people-"
"Now, wait a minute, Dad," Chris said angrily. "Stop talking to her like that. It's not true, and it's not fair. I forced myself on her. She tried to make me leave, but I wouldn't. I'm not innocent, either. I knew just what I was doing. So if you're gonna be mad at somebody, be mad at me, because the whole thing was my fault. And another thing-so what if we did make it? Don't we have a right to, if we want to? Who did we hurt? We just had a little fun, that's all. Where do you get off, telling other people how to live?"
Ed gawked at his son. He wasn't used to Chris talking back to him, coming up with better arguments than his own. Perhaps the boy was righted should stop treating him like a child. He began to feel a little ashamed of himself. "Look, Alice," he said lamely, "I'm sorry I shouted at you and said those things. Forget it, please. And I'll forget this. Come on, Chris, let's go home. I'll forgive you this time, but it mustn't happen again."
"Just what do you mean by that?" said Chris. "That I'm not supposed to fuck again without your permission? Piss on that. I'll do whatever I want. And I'll see Alice whenever I want, too. You can just butt out."
Ed's face flamed with anger again. "All right, young man," he said, "that's enough back talk. I'm your father, and I'll tell you what to do, because I know better. And what you need right now is a spanking."
Ed lunged for the boy, catching his wrist. Chris swung at him and missed, and Ed raised his hand to hit the boy. Alice couldn't stand it. Chris had stood up for her, defended her, and she couldn't just sit by and watch him take all the punishment. She leaped onto Ed's shoulders and pulled him away from Chris. With one arm tight around his throat, she forced him down on the bed and sat on his legs. "Quick, Chris," she said, "hold his shoulders!"
Chris was quick to obey. He got behind Ed and put his knees on Ed's shoulders, pinning them down to the bed, while Alice sat heavily on his legs. Ed fought and cursed, but the woman and boy were too much for him. Helplessly pinned, he glared up at them.
"Now, you listen to me for a minute," Alice said angrily. "If anybody's behaving like a child, it's you, Ed Manners. You accuse me of being repressed and puritanical, but you're just as guilty of it as I am. You're a hypocrite, too. You say it's all right for you and me to make love, but you deny that right to me and Chris. You laugh at me when I resist you, but you get furious when I do it with your son. That's so phony, it stinks."
"Right on," Chris said happily.
"And furthermore," said Alice, "I think you're jealous. You don't like to see Chris and me having fun together. You like sex just as much as we do, but you won't admit it, or you try to monopolize it for yourself. Well, I intend to make you share, make you admit the truth. You're not leaving here till you change your attitudes."
"You tell him, Miss Day," Chris said.
"Like hell I'm not leaving here," said Ed. "You two are no match for me. I can leave any time I want."
"Then do it," said Alice.
Ed lurched violently, trying to throw them off, but he couldn't. He lay there seething, while Chris snickered and Alice smiled triumphantly. Then she reached out and picked up his doughy, limp cock. Still smiling, she curled her fingers around it and began to pump it.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ed demanded.
"Proving you a liar," Alice said serenely.
Alice was rather amazed at herself. Not only had she had the nerve to talk back to Ed and talk frankly, but she was playing with his cock without a trace of shame-and in front of an audience, too. Chris watched with great curiosity, grinning, as Alice briskly pumped his father's long limp dick. Alice didn't care what anyone thought. She had a point to prove. She felt Ed was being unfair to both her and the boy, and she had a wicked idea that might cut him down to size. If she could just get him aroused, get him to make love to her in front of the kid, then he'd have nothing to say about what they'd done, because he'd be just as guilty of it himself.
"I don't want you, damn it," said Ed. "Get off me. I'm taking my son and going home."
"Oh, no you're not, Pop," said Chris. "We're calling the shots now, aren't we, Miss Day?"
"That's right, Chris," said Alice. "Well have him singing a different tune in a minute. You just keep holding him down."
Alice ran her hand up the long soft length of Ed's prick and squeezed the dark red head. Ed grunted as she began to play with his sensitive glans, and he tried desperately not to get excited. It was damned hard, though. There was Alice, a beautiful redhead, sitting naked on top of him, her gorgeous big breasts swaying tantalizingly close to his reach, her face wreathed in a sexy grin. Her hand played steadily, mischievously, on his cock, and he felt the moist springy hairs of her pussy tickling his thighs. It was an open invitation to joyous, rowdy sex, and he found it very hard to resist. Alice licked her fingers, making them slick with spit, and then used them to circle and caress and tickle the sensitive tip of his cock, sending sharp bursts of pleasure through his body. Ed grunted hornily, and in spite of himself he felt his prick start to swell and stiffen. Damn the woman, she didn't fight fair. Her other hand crept down to cup and squeeze his balls, a gentle but steady pressure that made him whinny with lust. He wanted to jump on her and fuck her like crazy, but he was damned if he'd give in.
"Get off me, Alice," he said roughly. "It's no go. I don't want a woman like you. Chris is forbidden to see you again."
"Sure, Dad, sure," said Chris, chuckling.
Alice said nothing, only smiled. Her hand crept off his balls and farther down between his thighs till she was fingering the tight hole of his anus. Ed snorted with pleasure and struggled not to show how excited he was when she touched him there. He felt the tip of her little finger poking into his clenched anal mouth, and again he couldn't suppress a snort of excitement. Her finger wriggled inside, pushed upward, and although he tried to tighten his anus, she succeeded in going in all the way to her last knuckle. Her finger fully lodged in his ass-hole, she grinned wickedly and began to pump, a swift teasing motion that made him go red and panting with pleasure. Her stiff little finger reamed and teased his tight rectum, and he clenched his teeth to keep from shouting out his enjoyment. Damn, damn her, anyhow. She was using every dirty trick in the book to get him aroused, and he was having a helluva time resisting it.
Chris watched Alice's performance with great interest and with a trace of jealousy. He wished the beautiful older woman were doing all those fun things to him, not to his Dad. He could well imagine what a hit it would be to have her little finger wriggling in his ass-hole, to have her squeeze his balls and pump his cock. Of course it was necessary for her to humiliate Dad and teach him a lesson, and Chris heartily approved of this, but he hoped he'd be alone with her soon. Already he wanted to fuck her again. Fucking was the greatest thing ever invented. He couldn't understand why adults tried to stop people from doing it-but then, the adult world had always seemed kind of crazy.
"Alice, damn it, will you STOP?" Ed said desperately. "I'm not interested. It disgusts me. Just let me go." He had to stop her now, before he got an erection and gave himself away. He didn't want to lose face in front of his son.
"Oh, it disgusts you, does it?" Alice said mockingly. "How about this? Does this disgust you?"
Still pumping her finger vigorously in his ass-hole, she bent low over him and trailed her wet pink tongue over his balls, lapping them eagerly, lustily. Ed felt the delicious wet heat, the tantalizing caress, and he moaned delightedly. Goddamn, it felt good.... Then her hot little tongue was tickling swiftly up the whole length of his limp meat, finding his raw glans, digging wetly into the dark hole at the tip. It was too much. He just couldn't restrain himself a second longer. With a deep sigh, he felt his balls tighten and fill with hot cum, felt his cock twitching into life.
As all three people watched, Ed's mammoth prick trembling, stiffened, and rose into the air, standing at a right angle to his belly, fat and engorged and ready. The dark blue veins stood out prominently against the smooth pale skin of his shaft, and his glans turned purple with engorgement. To cap his performance, a big glistening drop of cream bubbled from his glans hole and trickled down his rigid shaft. "Hen," said Ed.
Chris hooted with laughter, and Alice could barely keep from laughing herself. Her task wasn't over, however. She might have gotten Ed hard, but she wanted more. She wanted to drive him into a mindless frenzy of lust, to get him to forget his pompous ideas and prove that he was no better than her and the boy. The contest wasn't finished. She bent low over him again and opened her mouth, taking in the dribbling fat head of his huge dick. Very slowly she went down on it, letting his sensitive cock slide gradually into the juicy heat of her mouth, till his creaming glans was lodged against her slick throat. She began to suck him, slowly and with great pressure, and Ed gasped.
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"Goddamn it, Alice, cut it out," he said helplessly. "Stop it, I don't want you, I won't do it.... Ahhhhh, Jesus, ahhhh!! ! "
Chris didn't take his eyes off what Alice was doing, but he felt more and more jealous. Not only was Dad having all the fun, but he clearly outclassed Chris in the cock department. Chris had never seen his father's penis in erection, and he was astounded to see how huge it was-twice the length and thickness of his own immature little prick. Chris wanted Alice for himself, but how the hell could he compete with an elephant cock like that? It would be years, if ever, before his own peter grew that big. He went on holding Ed down, because Alice had asked him to, but he felt more and more unhappy. It seemed to him that Alice was really enjoying her work. Dad's huge white prick zipped in and out of her widely-stretched lips, glistening with her saliva, and Alice sucked it ever harder, gurgling with excitement. She wasn't just proving a point-she was digging her work. Chris wished his father would disappear, so Alice would do all those great things to him instead-but it was clear that she wanted Ed.
Chris' guess was correct. Alice wanted Ed desperately. She hadn't cum with Chris because of Ed's interruption, and she was desperately horny. Besides, although it had been great fun being fucked by Chris, his little-boy cock just wasn't big enough to give her full satisfaction. Her ever-hungry cunt needed thick stuffing, deep penetration, which only an adult penis could provide. Her mouth filled to bursting with Ed's meat, she thought longingly of how great it would feel to have it in her thirsty vagina, poking all the way to her womb. The very thought made her pussy cream violently, wetting Ed's thighs. Sucking his thick meat was very exciting, but she wanted more.
Meanwhile Ed closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and tried his best not to get aroused. He tried counting sheep, making out a grocery list, thinking about his work, and just plain blanking his mind-but nothing worked. He couldn't ignore Alice's wet blazing mouth sucking hungrily all around his swollen meat, couldn't ignore the sharp bursts of pleasure that sizzled through his body every time she thrust her juicy slick mouth down on his helpless cock. He didn't want to fuck her in front of Chris, because then he'd lose his power over the boy. If he fucked Alice, he could hardly punish Chris for doing the same thing. Yet he had to have her. His cock ached for release. To make matters worse, Alice suddenly spat out his meat, just sat there and smiled wickedly at him, leaving him desperate. That settled it. He had to ball her, and fast.
"Chris," he said hoarsely, "Leave the room."
"No way," said Chris. "I'm not a kid anymore, Dad, and you can't treat me like one."
"That's right, Ed," said Alice. "If you want me, it will have to be in front of Chris. We're tired of your hypocrisy and bullying."
"But, Alice," he said desperately, "it's not right; it's not decent to make love in front of a kid."
"You're being a prude, Ed," said Alice, reaching out to tickle the oozing head of his aroused prick. "You called me a prude, but who's guilty now?"
Her touch aroused him beyond endurance. He didn't care if all of New York were watching, if it were on TV-he had to have her. "Goddamn it, Alice," he said, "come here."
Alice grinned and winked at Chris, and the boy gave her the victory sign. "Okay, Chris," she said, "Let him go."
Chris got off his father's shoulders and Alice got off his legs. She'd hardly moved off before Ed gave a thunderous bellow of lust and leaped at her, knocking her flat on her back. Chris scrambled to a safe place on the bed and was hardly seated before his father was ramming his gigantic cock into Alice's tiny hair-fringed cunt. Chris watched in amazement as the thick white meat stretched the little hole and seemed to move endlessly into Alice's belly. For a moment he was afraid she would be torn and hurt, but then he saw that her vaginal lips were stretching to accommodate Ed's enormously thick cock. Her thick white cream oozed out steadily, easing his way and testifying to her violent arousal. As he penetrated her, she closed her eyes, bared her teeth, and wailed with sharp pleasure.
"Oh, God, yes," she cried, "fuck me, Ed, fuck me hard...."
"You can damn well bet I'll fuck you, you teasing bitch," said Ed. He tried to say it harshly, but he ended up laughing. He was just having too much fun to be mad anymore. His aching meat was deliciously sheathed in slick tight flesh, and it felt marvelous to be moving inside her, poking right to her womb, getting all that sweet blazing friction from her tiny nipping cunt. He didn't hold back. He began to fuck her like crazy, slamming his huge dong furiously in and out of her. The noise was loud and wet and sucking, and their bellies met in harsh slaps. His bristly testicles beat against her ass, and Alice wailed and screamed her joy, opening her thighs as wide as she could, digging her nails into his sweaty back. It was one helluva fuck, and they were both enjoying every second of it.
Chris watched the adults with mixed feelings. It was pretty exciting to watch them doing it, and he was picking up some pointers from his Dad, but he felt left out, too. He wished it was him, not Ed, who was poking his rigid cock furiously in and out of Alice's delicious little box. He remembered how fantastically good it felt in there. He wished it was him who was making Alice moan and squeal and beg for more-she hadn't gotten nearly that excited with him. Damn it all, was he going to lose her to his father? Could he ever compete with his Dad's monstrously long thick prick? He had to. Somehow he would find a way.
Meanwhile he decided not to be left out of the action. He reached out and played with Alice's big white wobbling tits. The trouble was, she didn't even notice, she was having so much fun.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alice awoke late on Sunday morning, dazed and tired. At first she didn't remember anything, not even what day it was, but all too soon it came back to her: fucking Ed in front of his son, squealing her pleasure like a wanton slut, watching Ed and Chris leave, grinning at each other. Alice moaned with shame. How could she have done such a terrible thing? She knew all too well-her lust had run away with her again. She was familiar with the pattern by now. Desperately horny, she would do things that made her cringe and blush later. The guilt was awful. She couldn't live with herself if she went on acting like this. Tomorrow, for sure, she would go see a psychiatrist, get some professional help in controlling her lewd and wicked impulses. Today was Sunday, however, and all she could do was stay away from Ed and the boy, stay away from temptation. After a quick breakfast, she decided to spend the day walking in the park. Away from Ed and Chris, she might be able to control herself.
Alice put on one of her ugly tweed suits and her flat shoes, and she pinned her hair back tightly in a prim spinsterish bun. No man would find her attractive that way, and she would be safe from male advances, or so she hoped. She knew she couldn't trust herself anymore, and she didn't want to end up fucking some stranger in the bushes. She walked downstairs, and in the main hallway she saw Monty Sykes, the janitor.
Oh, no, she thought. Please, don't let him see me. The last thing she needed this morning was Monty's leering glances and snide remarks. He had his back to her, mopping the floor, and she started to walk quietly behind him, but he sensed her presence and turned around. He grinned lewdly at her, his ratty wrinkled face lighting up with cruel delight.
"Well, well," he said, "if it ain't the old maid. How come you didn't take the elevator, baby? You mighta found some stranger to fuck."
"Please, Mr. Sykes," Alice said miserably, "don't talk to me like that. We have an agreement, remember? We're not going to tell on each other. You promised you wouldn't bother me again."
Monty laughed harshly. "Sure, sure. I wouldn't wanna embarrass you. But come down in the basement a second. There's something I wanna show you."
Alice looked at him suspiciously. "I'm not going anywhere alone with you, Mr. Sykes," she said. "I'm going for a walk. Good-bye."
"Aw, don't get your ass in a flutter," said Monty. "I ain't gonna make a pass. I just need your help, that's all. I found this kitten-real cute, but hungry. Can't find the owner. Maybe you can have a look and tell whether it should go to the vet."
Alice softened. "Oh, of course," she said. "Poor little thing-show me where it is."
"Right down here in my room," said Monty, leading the way down the basement stairs. He walked ahead of her, and Alice couldn't see the cruel amusement on his face. He was thinking how easily he'd fooled her with that story about the kitten. Dumb cunt, he thought.
They walked past the furnace and laundry room, to the small room where Monty slept. He opened the door, switched on the light, and let Alice enter. Then he quickly locked the door and stood with his back against it.
"Where's the kitten?" Alice said innocently. "I don't see it."
"Well, I expect it's hiding under the bed," said Monty. "It was awful scared."
"Oh, poor thing," said Alice. "Let me look."
She got down on her hands and knees and peered under Monty's narrow cot. When he saw her wide round buttocks raised in the air like that, he could hardly contain the urge to jump on her and hump her right through her clothes. Even that ugly suit couldn't hide the luscious curve of her buttocks and the enticing swell of her hips. He thought of the juicy little hair-fringed hole between her legs, how tight and hot it had been when he fucked her, and his small stubby cock went rigid in his pants, drooling eager cream. He couldn't be impulsive, however, because that would spoil everything. Alice was a big woman and could fight him off. He had to use cunning.
Stealthily, without making a sound, Monty opened his top dresser drawer and took out a pair of handcuffs which he'd purchased specially for this moment. He knew that if he ever lured Alice into the basement, he'd need some kind of restraint. She hated him and would hardly give in to him without a fight. The trick was to get the cuffs on her, then he'd be in business. He snuck up behind her with the utmost caution. Alice was still peering around in the shadows under the cot.
"I don't see the kitten, Mr. Sykes," she said worriedly. "Are you sure he didn't get out of the room?"
Monty struck at that moment. Falling heavily on her, he knocked the breath from her lungs and managed to daze her for a few crucial seconds. In that time he pulled her arms behind her and snapped on the cuffs. He got up chuckling.
Alice gasped. She tried to move her arms, and she felt the cold metal rings of the handcuffs. When she realized what had happened, she was horrified.
"Mr. Sykes," she said, "take these things off me immediately. You're going to get into terrible trouble for this."
"I'll take that chance," said Monty, leering at her raised buttocks. "I still got something on you, remember. I can always tell the manager what I saw in the elevator-you and that Manners guy. His cock was still in you when the doors opened, and I didn't see you fightin' him off."
"But you promised," Alice said desperately. "You said you wouldn't tell. You said you'd never bother me again."
"I lied," Monty said serenely. "Shit, lady, did you think I was gonna just ball you once? I got a good thing going here. I got information that you don't want spread around, and I intend to make good use of it. I'm gonna have you whenever I want you, and there ain't nothing you can do about it-unless you want the manager to know what you did."
Alice thought quickly. Getting kicked out of her apartment would be awful, but it was better than having to fuck Monty Sykes. The man repelled her. She couldn't bear to be at his mercy. "All right, Mr. Sykes," she said, "if that's the way you want to play it, that's how it will be. I can fight dirty, too. Let me go, or I'll scream-and you'll lose your job."
Monty only laughed. "Go right ahead and scream," he said. "It won't do you no good. The furnace and washing machines make so much noise nobody can hear anything that happens in my room."
Alice was terribly afraid that this was true, but she tried screaming anyway. She screamed as loud as she could, till she was hoarse. Monty used the time to light and smoke a cigarette, watching her with lazy amusement. At last she lost her voice and could scream no more. She began to sob.
"I'll tell everyone what you did," she said. "You'll still lose your job. You'd better let me go."
"You go right ahead and tell," said Monty, stubbing out his cigarette. "Nobody'll believe you. They all think you're a nutty old maid. Besides, everybody thinks I'm a harmless old guy, wouldn't hurt a fly. Worked here for fifteen years and never had any trouble. I help old ladies and make babies laugh. Nobody's gonna believe that good ol' Monty's a rapist."
"Oh, my God," said Alice. It was all too true. Everybody in the building adored old Monty and would never believe anything bad about him. She was done for. "Please, Mr. Sykes," she said, sobbing desperately, "don't do this. I beg you, don't do this."
"Go fuck yourself, sister," said Monty. "You might as well shut up, because I ain't letting you go till I got what I need."
While Alice sobbed hysterically, Monty stood beside her and took off his clothes. Glancing up at him, she saw his ugly skinny body, saw that his small cock was rigidly erect, hugging his sagging belly, oozing thick cream from its purple tip. She shuddered and closed her eyes. Soon that ugly little cock was going to be poking in her belly, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She wailed desperately as she felt Monty seizing the hem of her skirt and raising it up to her waist.
"You sure wear ugly clothes," he said, "but you got a damned fine ass."
He seized the waistband of her prim white cotton panties and began to tug them downward. Alice felt the cool air of the room on her bare buttocks. She flushed with humiliation to know that this evil little man had an unobstructed view of her naked pussy, that he could see everything. "Oh, please," she said, "don't do this to me. You don't even like me. Why does it have to be me?"
"You're damned right I don't like you," said Monty, pulling down her panties over her smooth thighs. "I hate your guts, lady. You been stubbing me for years, treating me like dirt-and that's just why I wanna do it to you. For revenge, that's why. You're just a cunt, like every other woman, even if you won't admit it."
Alice understood him all too well. It was true, she'd always been haughty to him, just because he was a man, and she hated men. She knew she'd been unfair, and that he had every right to hate her. She knew he'd show her no mercy. All she could do was sob in her fright and shame.
Monty pulled her panties off over her ankles and stuffed them in his dresser drawer. "A little souvenir," he said, chuckling. Alice trembled and wept, waiting to find out what he was going to do to her.
She felt the heat of his body behind her, smelled his disagreeable sweaty odor, and then she flinched and gasped as he seized her tiny clit and began to tug it lewdly. "I bet you like that," he said.
"No, I don't," said Alice. "It's disgusting. Do what you're going to do, Mr. Sykes, and get it over with. I don't want you to touch me."
"You damned liar," he said harshly. "You like this, I know you do-and I'm gonna prove it."
He began to rub her clit steadily, sending sharp bursts of sensation from the highly sensitive little nub of red flesh. Alice moaned. She knew she was going to have a hard time ignoring the pleasure it gave her to be rubbed there. She hated Monty, but there was nothing she liked better than to have her pussy played with. Oh, damn him, why didn't he just rape her and get it over with? It would be just too humiliating to get turned on by this dreadful little man.
"Take your hands off me, you creep," she said.
"Oh, I'm a creep, am I?" Monty said angrily. "And of course, you'd never wanna fuck a creep, would you? But I bet you like this."
He suddenly thrust a stiff finger up her vagina. Alice gasped with pleasure as she felt the hard penetration, the fat stuffing, which her thirsty cunt always seemed to require. It didn't seem to matter how often she was balled or how recently, she always seemed ready for more. She wept desperately-wasn't there any end to her lust? Monty began working his finger stiffly in and out of her tight little hole, just like a cock, and Alice groaned and began to cream heavily. Damn it all, she just couldn't control the responses of her immoral body. She heard Monty chuckling evilly as his finger was scalded and soaked by her hot juices. He worked his finger all the harder in her mushy slit.
"You can't tell me you don't like that," he said, sniggering. "You're wet, baby, plenty wet."
Alice wanted to die. She hated this man, hated his gross attitude towards women and sex, yet she couldn't get enough of his touch. She felt her pussy growing hot and puffy, felt her vaginal muscles nipping and clinging eagerly to Monty's swiftly probing finger, felt herself rising rapidly toward climax. She managed to stifle her cries of bliss, but she was nonetheless aroused. She clamped her jaws tightly shut and concentrated on remaining absolutely silent when she came-at least he wouldn't have the satisfaction of hearing her cry out.
Monty took her by surprise, however, when he suddenly withdrew his cream-soaked finger just before bringing her off. She barely stifled a moan of frustration. He walked around in front of her, grinning fiendishly, his stubby cock clinging rigidly to his belly and oozing thick cream.'
"I'm gonna give you a real treat, baby," he said hoarsely. "I'm gonna let you eat some of this good dick."
Alice gagged at the very thought. She stared in horror at his ugly little tool with its blue-veined shaft and dull purple head, its dribbling juices, and at his small shaggy testicles and the coarse bush of pubic hair. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was blow this horrible little man. She closed her lips firmly.
Monty didn't seem to notice her repulsion. Having turned her on by finger-fucking her cunt, he no doubt thought she was ready for anything. While Alice knelt there trembling, her hands cuffed behind her back, Monty squatted before her and trailed the gooey head of his fat prick over her lips.
"Open up, baby," he said, giggling shrilly. "I bet you're real hungry for this meat."
Alice made a retching noise. "Get away from me," she said. "I'll never do that. You'd have to kill me first."
There was a short silence, and then Monty said icily, "Oh, I don't expect I'll hafta kill you, lady. THIS oughta do it."
Alice screamed as he twisted her arms cruelly. There was no way she could stop him, on account of the handcuffs. The pain was unbearable. When he finally released her, she gasped and sobbed. It felt almost as if he'd broken her arms.
"Now," he said, "you gonna blow me, or do I do it again?"
Alice wept bitterly, but she opened her mouth. Nothing could be worse than that sickening pain. Struggling against nausea, she opened her lips wide and waited. Monty gave a satisfied grunt, squatted before her again, and popped his sticky cockhead into her mouth. The taste was very strong on her tongue.
"Now you suck it in," he said, "all of it. You do the work."
Alice shuddered, but she obeyed, slowly sucking in the whole length of his skinny hard shaft. Thank God he wasn't very long, otherwise she'd have had to open her throat to take him in, and she surely would have choked. She managed to suck him inside all the way to his bristly-haired little balls, and the creaming head of his cock came just to the opening of her throat, drooling its hot juices. Monty laughed harshly.
"Yeah, that's more like it," he said. "Just remember in the future, you do everything I say, or else. Now you give me a good suck, baby, and don't you dare bite--or I really will kill you."
She knew he meant it. The man was a sadist. She hated the ugly presence of his erect cock in her mouth, hated his strong-tasting juice, but she had no choice but to go on sucking him. She tried to blank her mind as she began sucking, doing it mechanically, in a firm regular rhythm that made Monty whinny with pleasure. She drew in her cheeks sharply, used her strong tongue to press his fat meat against the slick roof of her mouth, did everything she could to bring him off quickly so her agony would be over. After this, she decided, she would move away from this building. Even the hassle of finding another apartment was better than being Monty Sykes' sexual slave. It was some comfort to know that after today she would never have to touch him again.
"Faster, damn it, faster," grunted Monty. "Make it fly, baby. Really give it to me."
Alice's lips and jaws already ached with effort, but she obeyed. Anything to bring him off, anything to satisfy him and get away from him. His cock was drooling furiously now, his vile juices trickling steadily down her throat, and in his excitement he began to pump his skinny hips, jabbing his swollen prick eagerly in and out of her juicy hot mouth. Alice sucked him as fast and hard as she could, and when she heard him begin to pant and whine, she knew she was close to her goal. She dreaded swallowing a mouthful of Monty's bad-tasting cum, but it was worth it to get away from him.
"Aw, Jesus, that's some suckin', baby," whined Monty. "I knew you must be good for somethin'. ... Ahhhhh, yeah...."
Alice waited eagerly for him to shoot his load, but to her surprise and disappointment, he suddenly lurched back and pulled his cock from her mouth. It popped straight up, bright and slick with her juices, swollen almost to bursting. Monty eyed it with satisfaction. "Yessir," he said, "best hard-on I've had in ages. And I'm gonna use it on you, baby, so get ready to have fun."
"Fun?" Alice said indignantly. "How can it be fun to be raped by a man I despise?"
Instantly she wished she hadn't said it. Monty's face grew livid with rage. "Boy, you sure don't learn very fast," he said. "This coulda been so easy for you, you dumb cunt, if you'd just been nice to me and played along. We coulda had a nice friendly fuck. But, no, you wanna go on treating me like a dog. Okay, lady, if that's how you want it, I'll treat you that way, too. Don't say you didn't ask for it."
Alice went cold with terror at the menacing cruel tone of his voice. What awful thing was he going to do now? She waited, trembling, while Monty moved around behind her. She felt his cold wet hands on her soft hips, felt the dribbling head of his cock nosing blindly into the tender tissues of her vulva.
"You deserve this, you bitch," he snarled. "I shoulda done this to you a long time ago."
Alice felt the cruelly sharp tip of his rigid little prick pushing hard against the tiny mouth of her anus. Oh, no, she thought in terror, not that.... The passage was too small, it wasn't meant to be penetrated by anything as large as a man's penis. She'd die of the pain....
"No," she screamed, "oh, God, no, NOOOO...."
Monty dug his fingers hard into her hips and thrust his pelvis forward with all his strength. Alice wailed in horror as she felt his iron-hard rod tearing through the clenched resisting muscles at the mouth of her anus, up, up, into her tender rectal passage. In one brutal thrust he was all the way into her, his coarse-haired nuts resting against her thighs. He gave a high-pitched moan of delight as he thrust his hungry prick into the deliciously tight hot sheath of her ass-hole.
"Aw, Christ," he said, "that's good, good 'n tight.... Just like a baby's cunt. ... Aw, shit, it's good...."
Alice was screaming and sobbing with pain, but Monty paid no attention to her cries. She might as well have been a machine for all he cared. Gripping her hips tightly to steady himself and hold her writhing body in place, he began to bugger her savagely, raking and tearing her tiny tight rectum with his hard sharp prick. He grunted and yelped, his bristly balls banging furiously against her, and she felt his hot sweat dripping onto her bare ass. At first she thought she'd die of the pain, but gradually a merciful numbness came over her, and it didn't hurt anymore. It was merely an unwelcome presence, a disgusting and immoral act which she had to endure. As Monty savagely reamed her torn ass-hole, the faint odor of shit filled the room, and Alice bitterly hoped he enjoyed it. She held very still, letting him get all the satisfaction he could, hoping his excitement would make him cum quickly. Surely he couldn't want anything more of her after this, surely he'd let her go....
"Aw, Awwwww, AAAGGGHHH," cried Monty.
Alice felt her bowels sprayed and flooded with his sizzling cum. It stung and hurt, but she welcomed it, hoping her ordeal was finished. She'd reckoned without Monty's cruel vengeful nature, however, When he had finished cumming, he sighed happily and withdrew his cock from her ravaged anus and crawled around to display himself to her. Alice saw with disgust that his limp little prick was brown with her shit.
"Lick it off," said Monty.
Alice stared at him in horror. He really would have to kill her now, because she simply wouldn't do this horrible thing. She clamped her jaws shut, looked at him defiantly, and Monty scowled. He seized his shit-stained meat and was starting to bring it up to her lips, when suddenly the door of his room flew open.
CHAPTER NINE
Mr. Anderson, the manager of the building, stood in the doorway, fat and red-faced and indignant. His watery blue eyes bulged as he surveyed the scene before him-Alice Day handcuffed on the floor, her panties torn off, while Sykes, the janitor, squatted and leered before him, his limp penis smeared with her feces.
"Sykes!" roared Mr. Anderson, "what the HELL do you think you're DOING?"
Monty and Anderson exchanged a long glance. Monty saw at once that the game was up. He could hardly say that Alice was there voluntarily, since she was handcuffed and sobbing. No point in arguing, no point in making Anderson any angrier than he was. Monty knew he'd be lucky to get out of there without the police being called.
"Okay," he said, "I'm going."
He quickly slipped on his pants, dragged a suitcase out of the closet, and began to pack. "Just a minute," said Mr. Anderson. "Do you want to press charges, Miss Day?"
Alice shook her head. She felt just as guilty as Monty, when it came to wild sexual impulses, and it seemed unfair that he should go to jail while she remained free. "No," she said, sobbing, "Just get him out of here. I never want to see him again."
"Nor do I," said Anderson. "Give me the key to those handcuffs, Sykes, and then clear out. You're fired!"
Monty handed over the key, and in another minute he was gone for good. Meanwhile, Anderson took the cuffs off Alice and helped her to lie down on the cot. "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Day," he said. "You're my very best tenant-fifteen years without causing a bit of trouble. And now, to have THIS happen-well, it's just awful. I never dreamed Sykes would do a thing like this. He seemed like a harmless old guy."
Alice smiled grimly. She knew all too well that quiet lonely people like herself and Monty could suddenly explode into bizarre behavior. "It's over, Mr. Anderson," she said, "and he's gone. That's all you can do. Please don't worry about it. But tell me, how did you find out?"
"Some tenants thought they heard screaming through the ventilator shafts," said Anderson. "I investigated and traced it to Sykes' room. Thank God I got here before he did something even worse. Do you want me to call a doctor?"
Alice shuddered. She felt her rectum, and her privacy, had been invaded enough for one day. "No," she said, "just help me to my room."
Anderson helped her into the elevator and up to her apartment, assuring her that no one but him would know what had happened. Alice was grateful that Anderson had never heard what Monty had to tell about her. Really, it was time to leave this building, maybe even time to leave New York. It might be best for her to live in some remote place where there was no chance of meeting men, a place where her terrible lust couldn't lead her into embarrassing incidents. She picked up the evening paper and began to read the Help Wanted columns, looking for a job in some lonely part of the country.
The doorbell rang. "Oh, hell," said Alice, who rarely swore. She didn't want to see anyone, just wanted to be left alone with her misery. She went wearily to the door, opened it, and there stood Ed Manners and his son Chris, cordial and smiling.
"Good morning, Alice," said Ed. "We'd like to invite you to dinner at our place tonight."
"Yes, Miss Day," said Chris, "please come."
"I'm very sorry," said Alice, "but I can't. I appreciate the invitation, but I'll be too busy. I'm making plans to move."
"Move?" said Ed. "Christ, I hope it's not on account of us."
In a way it was, but Alice knew it wasn't their fault. It was her own insane lust, and not the advances of Ed and Chris, which had caused all her trouble. She smiled faintly. "No, Ed, it has nothing to do with you two. I'm just tired of the city, that's all. I thought of getting a job in Alaska or some place like that, where there's very few people."
"Well, I know how you feel," said Ed. "Chris and I have been dreaming of the same thing, and we'll do it as soon as I get the money together. I just wish you weren't leaving so soon, Alice. But since you are, at least let us give you a farewell dinner. We just went out and bought steaks and everything. How about it? Seven o'clock?"
Alice couldn't see that it made much difference where she ate, and she didn't want to hurt their feelings, so she agreed. She spent the day reading the job ads, phoning a few places long-distance, and by evening she had a tentative job as a bookkeeper in Fairbanks, Alaska. She was to let them know in a few days. She was actually frightened at the idea of moving so far away and starting a new job, but she couldn't see what choice she had. If she stayed in New York, surrounded by millions of horny men, she'd surely turn into a whore. She prepared gloomily for her dinner party with Ed and Chris. She didn't bother to dress like an old maid this timeed and his son wouldn't be fooled by the disguise. She put on a simple blue cotton dress, high heels, and let her gleaming red hair flow freely to her waist. When Ed answered the door, he looked at her appreciatively and whistled.
"Alice, you look great," he said. "Please, come in."
Chris was right there with a plate of canapes, and he, too, brightened at the sight of Alice. "You should dress like that all the time, Miss Day," he said. "You really look beautiful."
Alice couldn't help feeling better. The dinner was very pleasant, and she enjoyed herself, much to her surprise. For the first time in her life she thought of marriage, of how nice it would be to have a husband and a child for company and affection. True, it was too late for her to have babies, but if she met a widower like Ed, a man with a child or two, she could still have a family. She thought of it longingly, then dismissed the idea. With her terrible insane lust, her only salvation was to stay away from men and sex from now on.
After dinner she and Ed had a cocktail, while Chris sat on the floor beside them, petting his big German shepherd, Brute. "Alice," said Ed, "I want to apologize for my behavior last night. I was really an ass-hole, trying to tell you and Chris what to do, putting you down for perfectly normal impulses. You were right-I was just jealous. I'm going to try not to be like that anymore."
Alice smiled wearily. It didn't make any difference now what he thought and did-she'd be gone. She just patted his hand and said nothing, but Chris spoke up eagerly.
"He really has shaped up, Miss Day," said the boy. "He's not gonna treat me like a baby anymore, he promised. He says it's perfectly okay if I fuck you. In fact, he wants me to. Isn't that right, Dad?" Chris looked fondly at his silver-haired father.
Alice was blushing right to her toes. "That's right, Alice," said Ed. "I've been forced to face the truth. Chris is growing up, he's going to be fifteen soon, and I have to stop running his life. I want him to experience sex and enjoy it. So if you two want to make it, that's all right with me."
Red-faced, Alice said haltingly, "Well, that's very nice to hear, Ed, but I'll be leaving, so I'm really not involved anymore."
Father and son looked at each other, as if waiting for the other to speak, and then Ed said, "Well, Alice, you don't understand. We know you're leaving, but there's still tonight. I'd like you and Chris to make love. I want you to enjoy yourselves. Of course, I hope you'll make love to me, too, but it's your choice. Whichever one of us you want-or both. We've got the whole night ahead of us."
Alice stood up quickly, almost spilling her drink. She was red-faced with indignation. "I see," she said, "I'm just a sexual object to both of you, just a convenience. Well, you can find some other woman to toy with. I'm leaving for good."
She marched toward the door, but Ed sprang up and grabbed her wrist. "Now, wait a minute," he said angrily. "Maybe you'd like to explain yourself, Alice. Last night you were putting me down for being a prude. You even forced me to fuck you in front of my son. Now you act as if we were a couple of sex fiends to even suggest a repeat performance. You're not making sense, Alice, and we want an explanation."
"Yeah, Miss Day," Chris said hotly. "What is this bullshit? You fucked both of us last night, so why not now?"
Alice broke into tears. "Oh, my God," she said, "how can I begin to explain to you how I feel? I know what I did, I admit it, but that doesn't mean I approve of it. Ever since that day in the elevator, Ed, I've been unable to control my impulses. I do crazy things, like last night-but when it's over, I hate myself. I can't live with myself this way. That's why I'm leaving, why I'm never going to have anything to do with sex again."
Ed sighed. "Alice, I understand how you must feel, but your solution is all wrong. I know you were brought up to believe that sex is evil, but you must realize by now that that's nonsense. Sex is natural and good, no one should be ashamed of wanting it."
Alice shook her head. "No, Ed, I don't believe that. I think I'm sick, that I need to see a doctor. If I don't stay away from sex, I'll become a nymphomaniac. I just have to get away from it. Please let me go."
Ed held firmly to her wrist. "You're not going anywhere, Alice. I won't let you ruin your life. You're staying here with me and Chris."
"Stop telling me what to do," said Alice. "I'm leaving."
"No, you're not," said Ed. He suddenly scooped her up in his arms. "Come on, Chris," he said, "we're going into my bedroom."
"Right on," Chris said eagerly.
"Put me down," Alice said frantically. She kicked and flailed at Ed, but he ignored her blows, carrying her easily out of the room, down the hall, and into the master bedroom, where he dropped her roughly on the king-sized bed. Chris was right behind him, grinning, and after Chris came the big German shepherd, Brute.
"Go ahead and get undressed, son," said Ed. "I'll hold her for you."
"You certainly will not," Alice said indignantly. "This is rape. I'll have the police-"
"Oh, shut up, Alice," Ed said calmly. "You act like sex is a major crime. It's not, it's just a nice thing people do for each other. You know you're going to enjoy it, so why don't you stop the phony hysterics?"
Alice's mouth fell open. She couldn't think of what to say to Ed's calm, reasonable remarks. Meanwhile Chris was hurriedly taking off his clothes. He could hardly wait to have another crack at Alice's gorgeous mature body, recalling how great it had felt last night to have his first fuck, to lodge his eager young prick deeply in her red-hot, wet vagina. Just thinking about it made him terribly horny, and in his urgency he almost stumbled getting out of his pants. Alice watched in horror as his pale little cock popped into view, stiff and fat and ready. His pretty pink balls were swollen up tight, filled with boy-cum, and he was grinning lustily. She was going to be used again, humiliated again, unless she got out of there. In a panic, she leaped up from the bed, but Ed seized her and pushed her down again.
"Don't fight it, Alice," he said. "Chris and I are much too strong for you. You might as well take off your clothes and relax."
"I certainly will not," said Alice. "You'd better let me go, or you'll be in big trouble."
"And you'll have to explain what you were doing in our apartment late at night," said Ed. "You came here of your own free will, remember?"
"I'm ready, Dad," said Chris.
Ed chuckled. "I'll say you are. That's some cockstand, son."
Chris looked down proudly at his rigidly erect young prick, which hugged his taut, tan belly. In the force of his erection, the pale wrinkled foreskin had worked its way partially back, uncovering the pretty red head of his glans. A bright bubble of juice oozed from the small dark hole at the very tip of his cock. Alice felt a jolt of lust run through her body at the sight of his enticing young balls and cock, and instantly she was alarmed. God help her, she was getting horny AGAIN. Enough was enough. She had to make her escape now. With all her strength she vaulted from the bed, pushed Ed aside, and ran to the door-but father and son were after her in an instant, seizing her and dragging her back to the bed. Alice sobbed and fought, but it was no use, they were too strong for her.
"Hold her down," said Ed. "I'll get her clothes off."
"Right," said Chris.
Though shorter and slimmer than Alice, the boy was very strong, and when he pushed down on her shoulders, Alice was helplessly pinned. She wept frantically while Ed removed her clothes, unbuttoning her dress and slipping it off. Father and son paused to gaze at her lush writhing body in white lace bra and panties, and she saw Ed licking his lips. Then he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, slowly drawing it off over her huge pale quivering breasts. Alice blushed and closed her eyes, ashamed to have two males staring in undisguised lust at her mountainous, wobbling tits.
"Wow," said Chris. "Oh, wow. I didn't know tits could be that big."
"They usually aren't," said Ed admiringly. "We just lucked out."
Though he intended to give his son first crack at Alice, Ed couldn't help reaching out to play with the big mounds of quivering warm flesh for a moment. He seized one big squirming tit in each hand and found that they almost overflowed his palms. He began to squeeze them gently, and Alice whimpered, half in anger and half in sudden pleasure. He went on massaging her big, silky boobs, and he felt them growing red-hot and swollen in response to his touch, her pretty pink nipples getting stiff and hard with arousal. Alice had her eyes tightly closed and was blushing furiously, as if she could shut out what was happening, but Ed's experienced eye told him that she was becoming helplessly horny. That was good-he liked Alice and wanted her to enjoy what was about to happen. Wistfully he gave her big soft tits one more squeeze, then got down to business, seizing the waistband of her panties and slowly drawing them off.
Chris watched excitedly as his father slipped off Miss Day's panties. Springy red hairs popped into view as her fluffy mons was gradually uncovered, and then he saw her plump pussy lips with a tiny point of red flesh sticking out between them. He touched the little nub curiously, and Alice gasped and shivered with pleasure. Chris remembered that she enjoyed being touched there, but he didn't understand why.
"Dad," he said, gently rubbing the little red bump, "what is this thing, anyhow, and what does it do?"
Ed finished drawing down Alice's panties and tossed them aside. "That's the clitoris, son," he said, "popularly known as the clit. It's a sensory organ, like the head of your cock. Women like to be touched there."
"Man, I know that," said Chris. "She really liked it last night."
Alice blushed hotly. She remembered, with deep shame, what she'd done to this innocent boy. "I'm sure she liked it," said Ed. "but there's something she-likes even more. Want me to show you?"
"You bet," said Chris. "I wanna learn all the ways to turn girls on."
Ed laughed approvingly. "That's the spirit, son. Well, my advice is, instead of just using your finger there, use your tongue. That really gets 'em hot." He bent low over Alice's belly. "Watch this."
Chris watched intently as his father parted the fluffy, red-haired lips of Alice's mons, completely uncovering his quivering little red clit. The tiny shaft weaved and trembled as they looked at it, and Alice moaned in protest, trying to close her legs. Ed held her legs apart, however, and stuck out his long wet tongue. He touched the tip of it to Alice's little red clit, delicately circling the slippery shaft, and she moaned hoarsely with pleasure. Chris and Ed saw a hot trickle of juice seeping out of the dark mouth of her vagina.
"See," said Ed, "she can't help but enjoy that."
"Let me try," Chris said eagerly.
"Okay," said Ed, "we'll change places. I'll hold her down, and you eat her pussy."
Alice intended to use the moment for her escape, but the exchange was made so fast that she didn't get a chance to move. Ed pressed down on her shoulders, pinning her securely, her tousled head in his lap. Chris took his place between her creamy soft thighs, holding them apart with his hips. She was splayed, exposed, helpless. Again she wept with shame and closed her eyes.
Chris imitated his father's technique, carefully drawing apart the orange-furred lips of her mons and uncovering her throbbing, hot clitoral bud. He bent down to it, stuck out his wet tongue, and began to tickle and circle the silky little shaft. Alice twitched, moaned, and writhed with keen pleasure. No matter how she hated what they were doing to her, she couldn't resist this special kind of play. Having her pussy eaten was just too good to ignore. Chris' busy little tongue went around and around her sensitive clit, swiftly, slickly, and in a few seconds Alice was creaming uncontrollably, her pussy juice puddling on the bedspread.
"Wow," said Chris, much impressed at the heavy flow of juice, "it really works!"
"You bet it does," said Ed. "Works every time. Now try putting your tongue in her cunt. That's something else a woman really enjoys."
Oh, God, thought Alice, how long does this go on? In a way she thought it was nice that father and son were so close, that Ed could teach his boy the facts of life this way-but she would rather not have been the one they practiced on. It was terribly embarrassing, and, besides, it was making her violently horny. She tried to remain still and silent as Chris bent low over her hair-fringed pussy and stuck the wet hot tip of his tongue into her thirsty cunt-mouth-but it was impossible. She felt his stiff tongue snaking up her steamy cunt, and she wailed her joy, letting her legs fall wide open so he could get in as far as possible. Chris sensed what she wanted and gave it to her-deep stiff penetration, then a rapid fucking motion with his busy tongue. Alice whimpered and wailed, creamed furiously all over his face, as he probed and licked deep in her belly. At last he withdrew, his handsome young face wet with her cream, grinning proudly.
"Gee, Dad," he said, "that works even better. Thanks for the advice."
"Any time," said Ed. "But how about getting down to basics, so I can have my turn. The old man's pretty horny."
"Yeah," said Chris in an awed tone, "I can see that."
He hadn't noticed it before, but his Dad had one helluva hard-on. The crotch of Ed's pants was grotesquely tented, his big bulging prick seeking escape. Chris knew that if he had a cockstand like that, he'd be dying of impatience, so he took pity on his father.
"Okay, Dad," he said, "here goes. I'll be as quick as I can."
"Oh, don't rush," said Ed. "Enjoy yourself."
What about me? thought Alice. No one seemed to care how she felt, whether she enjoyed herself or not. Of course her heavy hot creaming told them she liked it. Alice blushed to think about that. She felt Chris poking the hot hard tip of his half-grown cock into the mushy folds of her labia, and she experienced a dizzying burst of lust. Shameful as it was, she wanted the boy to fuck her, craved his immature cock in her famished pussy. She looked forward to it eagerly, but Chris couldn't seem to get in.
"Damn it, Dad," he said, reddening, "I can't find the hole. Her cunt, I mean."
Ed chuckled. "That's a common problem," he said. "Just keep poking, you'll find it."
Chris obeyed, blindly jabbing his hard little peter into the steamy convolutions of her pink labia, and then suddenly he yelped. "Oh, wow, I'm in.... Man, it's hot!! ! "
Alice gave a long low moan as Chris pushed into her. She hated herself for her unquenchable lust, but, damn it, it felt so good to have his rigid little prick thrusting hard into her eager cunt. He didn't have to hold her legs open now. She willingly opened them as wide as she could to let him in all the way to his smooth, hairless balls. His immature cock wasn't long enough to reach her womb, and it wasn't quite thick enough to give her the full stuffing she wanted, but it was plenty good enough. Her eager vaginal muscles closed tightly around his stiff impalement, squeezing his cock greedily and sucking it in deeper. Chris yelped with excitement as he felt his hungry meat gripped in that velvet vise. He allowed her to suck him in as far as he could go, and then he took a deep breath and began to ball her like crazy. Young, inexperienced, and self-centered, he gave no thought to Alice's pleasure, thinking only of enjoying himself and getting his rocks off. His slim hips jerked furiously, his small tight ass flew, as he pounded into Alice's mushy tunnel without restraint.
Ed cleared his throat loudly. "Uh, son," he said, "I don't like to interrupt, but you'll enjoy sex more in the long run if you make your partner like it, too. Women take longer to cum than men. You might go a little slower at first, till you bring her off, then speed up. If you do something nice for her, she's-likely to return the favor."
Amen, thought Alice. She was grateful to Ed for making this suggestion. It would kill her to be left unsatisfied. Chris was too breathless to reply to his father, but he did slow down just a little, and Alice moaned in gratitude. Just as Ed had suggested, she became nicer to the boy once he tried to satisfy her. She wrapped her long legs tightly around his waist and drew him down onto her smooth cushiony body. She embraced him and nibbled his cheeks and neck, and Chris was thrilled to be riding her big bouncing breasts and to rub the whole length of his body against her warm satiny flesh. He balled her hard and deep, just the way she seemed to want it, and her voice became hoarse with pleasure.
"Yes, yes, Chris," she moaned, "that's beautiful, darling, that's so good. ... Fuck me! Ah, God, yes, yesss...."
Chris was very proud of himself for making her like it so much. His Dad had been right again. He continued his hard deep thrusts till Alice suddenly arched her big body sharply beneath him, lifting him right into the air. She went rigid, but inside her he could feel the violent contractions of her vagina and the scalding bath of her cream. She wailed incoherently for a moment, and then said, "Oh, God, you're making me cum.... Ahhhhhh ... AHHHHH!"
Her big lush body began to shake violently, and Chris rode out her climax, clinging tightly to her. He was so proud and excited that he began to cum, too, squirting his stuff furiously into her and yelping. Finally they collapsed in each other's arms, panting and sighing. Alice hugged him tightly.
"That was lovely, darling," she said huskily.
"Gee, thanks, Miss Day," said Chris.
"Call me Alice," she said.
"I hate to interrupt," said Ed, "but if you two lovebirds are finished..."
"Oh, sorry, Dad," said Chris, rolling off Alice's big warm body, his limp little peter slipping out of her.
Ed got up and took off his clothes quickly, his enormous penis swaying heavily before him, fully erect and grotesquely swollen. The huge purple head dripped thick cream, and his silver-fuzzed balls were big as balloons to Alice's hungry eyes. She was ashamed to say how much she wanted that giant prick inside her. Chris' fierce fucking 'had been a lot of fun, but it took a man-sized cock to really do the job for Alice.
Ed stood before her, hands on hips, grinning lewdly. "Open your legs, baby," he said. "It's my turn now."
CHAPTER TEN
Alice didn't protest this time. There were no tears, blushes, or false modesty. She wanted Ed and didn't bother to conceal the fact. She waited eagerly for him, her long legs held wide open, unashamedly exposing her bright red slit which was still wet with his son's cum. Really, what was the point of pretending? Her session with Chris had proved to everyone that she wanted it," that this was no rape. She felt a strong sense of liberation is being able to admit her desires to herself and to Ed and Chris.
Ed went on standing at the foot of the bed, grinning, looking Alice over, while his great heavy cock waved lazily before him, the fat purple head oozing thick cream. "No more games?" he said to Alice.
"No more games," she said. "Please, Ed, hurry, I want you."
Chris looked expectantly at his father, wondering how the old man could delay in the face of such a warm invitation and with such a monstrous hard-on. Ed seemed to be thinking about something. Finally his grin widened, and he stepped back a ways from the bed. "Come here, Alice," he said.
Alice was a little disappointed. She wanted Ed just to leap onto her and ball her, but if he wanted a little variety, she supposed she couldn't blame him. She got up and came to him, her great milky-white tits swaying enticingly. "Yes, Ed," she said, "what do you want me to do?"
"Blow me," he said eagerly. "You've never done that before, not really."
Alice felt immediate panic. Of course she wanted to please Ed, but how in the world was she going to take that gigantic prick in her mouth? It seemed impossible. Looking down at it, wide-eyed, she thought it seemed huger than ever, enormously long and thick, far too big for any woman to suck. "Ed," she said gently, "I just don't think I could. It's-it's just too big."
"Oh, sure, you can," said Ed, "if you just try. Fair is fair, after all. You blew my kid."
Alice blushed and glanced at Chris, who hung his head. It was clear that he'd told his father about the episode in the bathroom. "I'm sorry, Alice," he said. "I shouldn't have finked, but we were having a sort of man-to-man talk, and I, uh-"
"It's all right, Chris," said Alice. "I suppose I understand. But, Ed, even so, you have to admit that there's some difference in size...."
Chris blushed, too. Damn it, he wished she wouldn't point out the glaring disparity in size between his father's huge dong and his own half-grown peter. He couldn't blame her for doing so, however. He didn't see how she could possibly get that huge length of meat in her mouth or why any woman would want to.
"I admit that," said Ed, "but tell me one thing. When you sucked off Chris, did you enjoy it?"
"Oh, yes," Alice said quickly. Then-she blushed. "Well ... "
Ed laughed. "Sure you did. So there's no reason why you can't enjoy blowing me. There's just a little difference in size, that's all. Please, Alice, give it a try. It's something I want very much."
Alice had to give in. Her feelings for Ed were becoming stronger by the day, going beyond mere sexual attraction. She genuinely wanted to please this man. She got down on her knees before him and gingerly lifted his huge hot throbbing meat to her lips. Even this gesture excited him, and she felt his great long prick twitching in her hands. Steamy juice bubbled from his big dark glans hole, wetting her lips, and she shyly licked it up. He tasted stronger than the boy, but she liked it. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Alice popped the giant engorged head of his cock between her lips, getting just the glans inside. It was a very tight fit, but his drooling juices eased the way. She took a deep breath and began to suck him in, very slowly and carefully. She felt as if she might split her lips if she did it too fast.
"Ahhhh, yes," said Ed, "that's my girl. Eat that meat, baby, get it in there...."
Chris, still sitting on the bed, gawked at her performance. It just didn't seem possible, but Alice was actually taking that mammoth pale dick into her mouth. It seemed way too big for her small lips, much too long to find a home in her mouth. Chris watched the blue-white shaft slowly disappearing between her spit-slicked lips, watched Ed's enormous wiry-haired balls coming closer and closer to her chin. How the hell was she doing it?
Alice herself wondered about this. She had Ed's giant prick about halfway into her mouth, and already the oozing sticky tip was butting the back of her throat. She knew Ed would be terribly disappointed if she went no farther than that, but what was she going to do with the rest of it? There was no place for it to go, except down her throat. Alice thought for a moment. Was it really possible? Sword swallowers did it, but she was just an ordinary woman, one who up to a few days ago had never even touched a man, let alone sucked a cock.
Meanwhile Ed squirmed, half aroused and half impatient. "Great," he said, panting and clinging to her shoulders, "that really feels great, baby, but just take it in a little more. Just a little more...."
Her mouth was wet, velvety-slick, and fiercely hot. It felt fantastic to push his swollen meat into that tight sucking nest. There was just one trouble, he was only halfway in. The rest of him felt pretty damned neglected. He moved his hips gently, nudging her mouth, signaling his need. He prayed she'd respond.
Alice felt his urgency, and she wanted ever so much to please him, but there was only one way to do that. She doubted she could manage it, but she was determined to give it a try. Swallowing hard, she threw her head back, so that Ed's squirming impatient dick could slide right down her slick throat. It didn't take him long to respond. Feeling the open passage before him, he grunted with delight and pushed eagerly downward. Alice felt her throat slowly filled with his thick pulsing meat. It slid down, down, till she felt as if it had reached her belly. To her great surprise, she felt no repulsion, no gagging sensation. Perhaps this was because she liked Ed, because she felt at ease with him. At any rate, she found it possible to take his long hot prick into her throat, even though it frightened her a little. At last his swollen hairy balls slid to rest against her chin, and she had every inch of his mammoth hard dick inside her lips.
"Oh, shit, YEAH!" Ed whined. "My God, Alice, baby, that's great, just great.... The best.... Now, suck me, sweetheart, really suck me...."
Encouraged by his praise and obvious excitement, Alice began to suck his huge cock, doing it as fast and hard as she could. Ed roared with pleasure and gripped her shoulders almost painfully tight. Meanwhile Chris crawled forward on the bed to get a better view, hardly able to believe what he was seeing. Alice had found a place for his Dad's super-long cock, all right, right down her throat. When Chris tried to imagine how this would feel to a woman, he almost choked. It just didn't seem possible that she could do it and like it, but that's what was happening. Her eyes glowed with excitement as she sucked, and she looked up at Ed adoringly, her throat bulging tightly with his wriggling meat. She must be terribly fond of him, Chris decided, and he felt a new respect for Alice. He'd thought she was just a weird old maid, but now he was beginning to look upon her as a friend. He had a wild idea-what if she and Ed were to get married? It would be cool having a stepmother like Alice, who could satisfy both father and son-but, shit, that was silly, like having Christmas every day of the year. He couldn't be that lucky. ... He crawled right to the end of the bed, within a few feet of the sighing, panting couple, and watched Alice's fantastic performance.
Her throat bulged and wobbled as she diligently sucked the whole hot thick length of Ed's prick, and Chris could hear her lusty gurgles of excitement. The noise of her sucking was loud and squishy, showing that her mouth was wet and eager for all that meat. She looked steadily up at Ed with glowing, adoring eyes, gauging his reaction. She should have been pleased, because Ed was clearly dizzy and ecstatic with pleasure. His rugged face was red and contorted with sensual excitement, his eyes screwed shut, and he was panting loudly and groaning as she sucked him ever faster and harder. Indeed, Ed had never known such exquisite pleasure as this. He'd meant it to be just a preliminary, a little test of Alice's devotion, before getting down to a good old-fashioned hard fuck. He wondered if he'd be able to hold out that long. Never before had his dick been squeezed and nipped in a woman's throat, never before had it entered a passage so hot and tight and slick. Alice was giving it everything she had, sucking and swallowing furiously, making his pelvis melt with pleasure. He wanted to reward her, wanted to give her the stiff banging she so obviously craved, but if she kept on like this, he'd never make it to that stage.
"Alice," he said, panting loudly, "Alice, baby, this is great, but you better stop ... I'm gonna cum...."
Alice hesitated only a second before giving her response-which was to suck him all the harder. Her own pleasure could wait, she decided. She wanted to bring Ed off this way, because it so obviously excited him. She was horny, yes, violently horny, but she wanted to please him, and for the first time in her short sexual experience she was able to put her partner before herself. She worked her throat muscles like a gigantic massaging hand, milking and nipping and sucking his long writhing cock, making him squeal with blinding pleasure. His great fat prick seemed to fill her throat all the way down to her belly, but that didn't frighten or disgust her. It only excited her. She couldn't get enough of him.
"Oh, Christ, Alice," he whined, "can't hold out.... Gonna cum ... AAAGGGHHH!"
Alice felt the sizzling jet of his cum, deep in her throat, shooting right to her stomach, and she eagerly ga'ped it down, load after load, as fast as it came. Ed howled his pleasure and shot buckets of the stuff, surprising even himself. Chris watched admiringly as Alice managed to swallow all of it, without ever once slackening the pace of her furious cock-sucking. Man, what he wouldn't give to have someone do that to him. Maybe someday Alice would do it, but, then, Alice was leaving. Damn, it seemed a shame. He and Alice and Dad could have such a good time together.
His climax over at last, Ed found himself so exhausted and dizzy that he staggered backwards, his long pale limp cock slipping from Alice's mouth and splatting against his thigh. He crashed into the end of the bed and fell down heavily on the mattress, laughing at his own clumsiness. "Holy Christ," he said, gasping for breath, "you really sucked the sap out of me, woman! I never came so hard in my whole life. Thank you, Alice!"
He held out his arms to her, and Alice eagerly came to lie beside him and caress him. She was still as sharply horny as ever, and she couldn't help rubbing her pussy against him in a rhythmical fucking motion.
Ed sighed. "Damn it all, baby, I know you want it, and I'd sure like to give it to you. That was my intention, a few minutes ago. But I don't know what I'm gonna do with a limp dick like this."
They all looked at his exhausted flabby cock, lying forlornly on his thigh. Chris was secretly pleased to see his father's gigantic tool a little smaller and much less powerful. It made him feel less inferior to the old man. He could understand Ed's helplessness, however. A man couldn't get another cockstand just by snapping his fingers.
Alice laughed softly and reached out to pet Ed's limp damp prick. "Don't worry," she said, "I think I know what to do."
She wiggled out of his sweaty arms, and he saw her bright red head dipping into his crotch. Her silky hairs tickled him, he felt her moist hot breath on his exhausted cock and nuts, and then there was the pleasant wet slick lapping of her mischievous little pink tongue, tickling and licking all over his saggy balls and depleted prick. It felt nice, but he doubted very much that even her sweet hot tonguing could get him hard again. After a gigantic cum like that, he'd be lucky if he got another erection that week.
He reckoned without Alice's skill and determination, however. She hadn't been making love very long, only a few days, but in that time she'd learned exactly what Ed liked and how to do it for him. The swift mischievous licking of his limp cock and balls was just a preliminary; she knew what really excited him, but she wanted it to come as a surprise. She licked and nibbled swiftly up and down the soft pulpy length of his flaccid dick, tickled and nudged with the stiff tip of her tongue all over the hairy surface of his exhausted balls, and Ed responded with sighs of pleasure, but of course he didn't get hard. Even Alice didn't expect miracles. After a few minutes of this, however, she was ready with her secret weapon. Her tiny stiff tongue tickled deliciously over his saggy testicles, then suddenly zipped down between his legs and nosed swiftly into the small clenched orifice of his anus.
"Oh, CHRIST!" said Ed, almost flying off the bed.
Alice gripped his hard thighs to keep him in place, and she wedged her stiff tongue tip between the tight muscles of his anal opening. Ed relaxed a little, and she was able to worm her determined tongue inside, into the tight pungent silky passage of his rectum. She kept on pushing, and in another moment she felt her tongue gliding freely up his ass-hole, all the way to the root. She began to thrust it back and forth, reaming and teasing him, licking up all his sharp juices. She felt his big hard body going tense with pleasure, breaking out into a horny sweat. He gripped her shoulders and began to whine.
"Yes, baby, yes," he said, "Lick my ass. ... Oh, Jesus, YES!! ! "
Alice pressed closer to him, seeking to lodge her hungry tongue even deeper in his throbbing ass-hole, her nose pressing right into the soft pulp of his testicles. Her tongue ached from so much stretching, but she didn't mind, because she was getting him hotly excited. She knew the result would be worth it. Her tongue reamed him deeply, swiftly, and the noise was lewd and squishy. He dug his fingers sharply into her shoulders, and he panted and groaned as she reamed him.
Chris watched with envy and fascination. He was glad to see his father having a good time, but he wished very much that it was him, not Ed, who was receiving all this special attention from Alice. Shit, if she wanted to get balled, Chris could have done the job for her long ago. His small cock was hard again, rubbing homily against his belly, ready for action. He supposed he couldn't blame Alice for preferring Ed-he was more her age and, damn it, his cock was a helluva lot bigger-but it would have been nice if Alice had spared a little attention for him, too. Well, maybe later. ... All he could do now was watch, enjoy, and pick up a few pointers. He certainly had learned a lot about sex in the past few days, he had to admit.
Ed groaned deeply, dizzy with pleasure at having his ass-hole licked and reamed by her stiff hot little tongue, and Alice felt something hard brushing her forehead. Looking up, she shared Chris' wonder and admiration as Ed's mighty dick rose into erection once again. First it lay limp and drained on his thigh, then it began to twitch as if revived. It stiffened, swelled, and rose, its great weight rising slowly and heavily into the air, till finally it stood straight up, long and tight and fat almost to bursting. Alice wriggled her tongue deep in his ass-hole, and a glistening droplet of cream bubbled from his fat purple glans and dribbled down his pale shaft.
"Oh, Christ," he said, laughing, "I can't believe it, but you got me up again. Fantastic. Your tongue feels great in my ass, baby, but if you wanna get balled, you better do it now, before I cum again!"
Having missed her last chance, Alice didn't need to be told twice. She jerked her tongue from his rectum with a loud pop and jumped up to straddle Ed's big, sweaty body. Lying there on his back, dizzy and sighing, he didn't even have to move or work-Alice did it all. In her horny eagerness she sat over him, a knee on either side of his hips, and began jerking her pelvis frantically, trying to take him inside her. Her hair-fringed pussy was already swollen and wet with need, but as she felt Ed's fat hot glans bumping against her aroused vulva, she creamed more hotly and heavily than ever. Rivers of pussy juice dripped from her slit to splatter on Ed's belly, and she couldn't contain little yelps and squeals of excitement as she sought to lodge his monstrous prick in her hungry little box. She couldn't see what she was doing, what was going on down there, and in her clumsy eagerness, she was having a hard time getting him in.
"Need some help?" Ed said wickedly.
"Yes, damn you," Alice said, laughing helplessly. "Put it in me-for God's sake, Ed, hurry."
Chuckling, he seized his red-hot stiff meat and thrust it upward into the furiously drooling mouth of her tiny cunt. Alice wailed ecstatically as she felt the initial penetration, and with a hoarse moan of lust she let herself down on his monstrous hard impalement, taking him in as fast and deep as she could. Chris, watching intently, saw his father's thick pale meat disappear with miraculous swiftness up the little hole between Alice's legs. Her bouncing white ass came to rest on his belly, his cock stuffed in all the way to her womb, and she gave a sharp wail of delight. She began to jerk her hot little pussy swiftly up and down, her eyes rolling wildly.
"Oh, fuck me, Ed," she moaned, "do it to me, ball me...."
Ed laughed. "You're fucking ME, baby," he said. "I don't have to do any work at all."
It was true. In her eagerness, Alice did all the work, slamming her cunt furiously around Ed's deeply lodged stiff meat. Her big white boobs bounced and jiggled and flopped as she worked furiously over the grinning Ed, and soon his thick pale shaft was bright and wet with her abundantly flowing juices. Alice was so horny, it took her only a few seconds to cum, and her big lush body convulsed with pleasure, her voice became shrill. Scarcely was she finished cumming, then she began to hump him again, slamming her soaked pussy savagely up and down his rigid white pole. She came again and again, while Ed just lay there, his arms folded behind his head, watching her spectacular performance. He looked at Chris and winked. Chris winked back, though still a little envious. His Dad had it made, all right. Then suddenly alook of surprise came over Ed's rugged face. He gasped, then moaned, and Chris knew he was shooting his load.
Ed and Alice writhed happily in each other's arms, cumming together-when everything was interrupted by a tremendous crash against the bedroom door.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Jesus Christ, what was THAT!? "
Ed leaped off Alice, his giant cock still squirting, and whirled to face the door. Chris, too, jumped off the bed and crouched in a defensive posture. Whatever it was, it almost broke the door down. Then they heard frantic barking. Ed and Chris began to laugh.
"Damn dog," said Ed.
"He doesn't like being locked out," said Chris.
There was another crash as the frantic dog attempted to push the door open, then mournful wailing. "For heaven's sake, let him in," said Alice, "before we wake up everybody in the building."
Chris hurried to open the door, and as he did so, a great bundle of gray fur flew through the air, knocking him to the carpet. Chris laughed as the big German shepherd, Brute, sailed past him and careened into Ed, knocking him down, too. Brute licked Ed's face furiously till Ed pushed him away, chuckling.
"All right, boy, all right," said Ed. "We didn't mean to lock you out. It's okay now."
Brute wasn't ready to calm down, however. He didn't like the situation, sensing something new and strange about it. Purchased after the death of Ed's wife to keep Chris company, the big dog wasn't used to having women around. He eyed Alice suspiciously, then jumped up on the bed to sniff her, his fur bristling slightly.
"Oh, dear," said Alice nervously, "he doesn't like me. He's not going to bite me, is he?"
"Oh, no," said Chris. "Just hold still till he gets your scent. He just wants to get acquainted. Brute wouldn't hurt a fly."
"Right," said Ed, "he's a very gentle dog. But you're a stranger to him, Alice, and he wants to check you out. Just relax, let him get used to you."
Father and son watched as the big gray dog stood on the bed, eyeing Alice and sniffing sharply. She lay quite still, just as Ed had left her, on her belly, not daring to move. In spite of the reassurances that Brute was gentle, she still found the dog very large and fierce-looking. She estimated that Brute weighed more than she did, and he didn't look very friendly to her. He eyed her intently, sniffing busily, his long red tongue lolling out. Alice prayed he wouldn't bite her.
In fact Brute's intent look was not one of hostility but rather of curiosity. He'd already decided that the female was harmless and that she was a friend of Chris and Ed, therefore to be tolerated. What kept the dog's interest was a curious odor emanating from the woman, something vaguely and nicely familiar which held his attention. Brute wasn't the smartest dog in the world, and it took him a while to put it all together, but at last he recognized the scent. He'd experienced it before, in the park, while on walks with Chris-the distinctive smell of a female dog in heat. The smell of this human female wasn't quite the same, but it was similar enough to send a shiver of excitement through his body. It reminded him of keen pleasure he'd experienced on those wonderful occasions when he'd slipped his leash, bounded off, and left Chris far behind while he pursued bitches in heat. Before Chris could get to him, Brute would have satisfied his deepest instincts with the receptive female-much to the indignation of her owner. Brute remembered those times with great excitement, and, smelling that enticing odor again, he began to pant, his ears perking up, the hair rising on his back. He wagged his tail and moved closer to Alice.
"He-likes you," said Chris.
"Yeah, look at that," said Ed. "He's wagging his tail. I never saw him take to a stranger so quickly."
Alice wished she could share their enthusiasm, but she was still quite frightened of the big German shepherd. He was panting loudly now, revealing his sharp white teeth, and as he moved closer to her, she wanted to scream and run. She knew better than that, however. It might frighten the dog and make him mean. She held still, and Brute moved close enough to lick her face, still sniffing intently. Alice didn't even move her hand to wipe her face where he'd licked her. She just kept quiet and hoped he'd go away. Instead, however, the dog moved on, sniffing the whole length of her body. Occasionally she felt his wet nose or the slick touch of his long red tongue.
"What's he doing?" she said nervously.
"Just getting acquainted," said Ed. "Don't worry, Alice, he really-likes you. He's wagging his tail like mad."
Brute liked her, all right. He was liking her more every second, because the closer he moved to her cum-soaked, creamy snatch, the stronger became the odor that excited him so much, the smell of the receptive female. He licked her plump white buttocks, seeking the source of the smell, and his big shaggy gray body quivered. He was closer to it now, closer than ever to the scent that drew him so powerfully. He stuck his wet nose into the tight crease of her buttocks and sniffed. He panted and whined. This was it, the very source of the exciting smell. Brute wedged his nose farther down between Alice's wide white buttocks and sniffed deeply.
Alice was blushing furiously, while Chris and Ed chuckled. "Can't you make him stop?" she said. "This is so embarrassing."
"I don't want to make him angry," said Ed. "Just be patient, Alice. This is typical dog behavior, nothing to be embarrassed about. He'll be finished in a second. He just wants to get your scent."
Alice sighed and held still. She certainly didn't want to anger a dog that large. She felt his wet cold nose tickling in the crack of her ass-cheeks, rubbing insistently against the tight mouth of her anus. My God, it was embarrassing, and she just hoped he finished soon. She'd broken through a lot of repressions and inhibitions that evening, but she hadn't counted on having a dog sniff her ass before an audience. She blushed deeply and closed her eyes, waiting for it to end.
Alice didn't know it, but the big dog was just getting started. Having located the source of the enticing odor, Brute felt a new urge. He whined plaintively, shivered, and then very slowly his long canine cock began to emerge from the protection of his heavily furred belly. It slid slowly into view, long and thick and gleaming, bigger than any human cock and menacingly fat. It came out in full erection, quivering but heavy, and Brute whined again and made a tentative movement of his shaggy hips, waiting for the female to respond by lifting her buttocks for him. Her scent was so like a bitch in heat that Brute became confused, imagining that Alice was one of his kind. His every instinct told him to mount her and hump her, but she wasn't quite in the right position. He waited and whined.
With her eyes tightly closed in embarrassment, Alice didn't see the big dog's rapidly developing hard-on, but Chris and Ed saw it. At first they just watched in amazement, and then Chris, thinking to protect Alice, started to move toward the bed to take the dog away. Ed clapped a hand on his shoulder and drew him back. Chris looked up, puzzled, and saw his father put a finger to his lips and shake his head.
"But, Dad," said Chris in a whisper.
"Ssshhh," said Ed. "Let's see what happens. Could be interesting."
In fact Ed was getting powerfully aroused by the notion of watching Alice with that dog. He wondered just how far they'd both go. Perhaps it was wicked of him, but he didn't care. No one else was involved, no one else hurt. It would be a kick to see a woman doing it with a dog, if things turned out that way, and if Alice enjoyed it, what the hell? No harm in a little fun, he decided. He held Chris back, and they both watched with mounting interest as Brute's enormous canine prick got longer and fatter and stiffer.
Brute was quivering with arousal by now, whining steadily and seeking to get his nose and tongue right into the steamy source of the heady scent that so powerfully excited him. Again he thrust his nose into the tight crease of Alice's buttocks, but there was no room for him. He circled around in back of her, wagging his tail invitingly, but still she didn't give him the signal, didn't raise her ass for him to mount her.
"Alice," said Ed, "spread your legs a little. He wants your scent."
"ED!" Alice looked horrified. "That's wicked."
Ed laughed. "Don't be shy. Nobody's watching but me and Chris. Besides, if you don't do it, he's-likely to get rough...."
Alice opened her legs fast. Anything was better than feeling those big claws and feet. Brute barked happily when she spread her legs, and then she felt his moist hot breath tickling her thighs, the rough touch of his fur as he quickly snuggled down between her legs. Brute crawled between her soft thighs and stuck his eager nose right into her moist red slit. His long red tongue shot out, and he began to lick her hungrily from clit to ass-hole, his big wet tongue slurping loudly. Alice felt a jolt of intense pleasure as the slightly rough tongue tickled and lapped every sensitive spot between her legs, but she was immediately ashamed of herself for enjoying it. God, only the most depraved woman would enjoy having her pussy licked by a dog.
"Ed," she said, "please, make him stop! This has gone far enough."
"Yeah, Dad," said Chris, "it must be pretty embarrassing for Alice. Maybe we should take him away."
"No," said Ed. They both gawked at him in surprise. "I want to see what happens, and how it feels to you, Alice. You know I wouldn't let him hurt you, but as long as it feels good, let's just see what he does. It does feel good, doesn't it, Alice?"
She blushed beet red, unable to admit how really good it felt. Longer and slicker and rougher than any human tongue, Brute's bright red tongue lapped ever faster and harder between her legs, teasing her sensitive clit and labia and anus, sending delicious shivers through her pelvis. She liked it very much, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it.
"Come on, Alice," said Ed. "If it feels good, tell us. Chris is worried. You ought to reassure him."
Ed was right. No doubt the boy was worried that his dog might be responsible for hurting her, and Alice didn't want him to worry. Blushing and stammering, she said, "Actually, Chris, it is rather pleasant. He's not hurting me, at least not yet. But, Ed, really, I'd rather not go on with this. It is rather embarrassing."
Ed stood firm. "Alice, I want you to overcome all your repressions, all your hang-ups about sex. I want you to enjoy your body without guilt. If you can forget your silly puritanical notions, if you can just relax and enjoy what Brute is doing to you, you'll have become a liberated person at last."
"But, Ed," she said frantically, as the big dog noisily and hungrily licked her pussy, "this isn't right. To do it with a DOG...."
"Nonsense," said Ed. "That's just what other people say. Make your own rules, Alice, use your common sense. Nobody else is involved, nobody else is hurt, if you want to do something a little out of the ordinary. Nobody has to know. Just relax, baby. Don't think of anything but how it feels."
Ed's gentle, encouraging voice lulled Alice into a more relaxed state, and she tried her best to follow his advice, just to take it easy and dig what Brute was doing to her. It wasn't very hard. She felt intense pleasure from the dog's eager licking and tonguing. She liked having her pussy eaten, and this was the best ever. Brute sought to lap up every drop of her enticing juices, to get at their very source, and suddenly he discovered her furiously creaming cunt and wriggled his long wet tongue right up it.
"Ahhhhh," wailed Alice, "oh, oh, OOOOOO!"
She threw her legs open as wide as she could, giving the dog plenty of room to work. She didn't care how naughty it was, she wanted that long slick tongue in her vagina, wanted it as deeply as it would go. It felt fantastically good. Brute was just as eager, wanting more of her cream, and he wriggled his juicy red tongue as fast as he could up her soaked cunt, sending powerful jolts of pleasure through her body. Alice moaned hoarsely. Her shame and embarrassment were vanishing rapidly as she blissfully succumbed to the big dog's eager, rough licking.
Brute wasn't going to be satisfied with just lapping up her delicious cream, however. The huge gray German shepherd was beginning to shiver with lust, and his long gleaming canine prick was rigid and ready for action. He withdrew his tongue from Alice's furiously juicing hole, whined plaintively, and waited for her to assume an inviting posture, one which would permit him to mount. Alice sighed as he withdrew, wishing he would have continued that delicious licking of her receptive vagina, and in an attempt to encourage him, she raised her soft white buttocks and spread her legs even wider.
Brute's hair stood on end, and he howled shrilly in his excitement. At last the human female had raised her body for him, inviting him to mount. He leaped heavily onto her back, hugging her tightly with his furry forepaws, and began to jab his hips with blinding speed, seeking entrance to her cunt. His tail wagged in hot excitement, and his long red gleaming tongue lolled out, dripping hot saliva on her back. To Chris and Ed, who watched in fascination, his huge doggy cock seemed longer and thicker than ever.
"Gosh, Dad," said Chris, in a low voice so as not to alarm Alice, "it looks as if he's gonna ball her. Shouldn't we stop him?"
"Not unless she wants him to stop," said Ed. "If she-likes it, who are we to stop it? Let's wait and see what happens." Ed could hardly talk, he was so excited by the sight of the huge animal mounting Alice. By God, if she enjoyed this, she'd be his ideal woman-ready and willing for anything. He prayed she'd pass the test.
"But, Dad," Chris said worriedly, "his peter's so big! Won't it hurt her?"
"Not if she wants it," said Ed. "A woman's cunt can expand to take in just about anything. Or to let it out. Remember, babies are born through there. If she's relaxed, it'll be okay. Don't worry."
Chris tried to remain calm, but he really was worried that the huge dog prick would split Alice right in half. He wanted to warn her that she was about to be penetrated, but he feared to anger his father. He just hoped the dog wouldn't hurt her.
Alice meanwhile wriggled her wide white ass impatiently, trying to get Brute to lick her again. As far as she knew, he was only playing with her, hugging her and panting. Then she suddenly went rigid and still as she felt something very hard and hot poking eagerly into the tender wet tissues of her vulva. At first she couldn't figure out what it was. It jabbed again and again, while Brute whined plaintively, and Alice observed that it felt very like a cock, like a clumsy lover trying to get in. A cock..."Oh, my God!" she said. "Oh, NO!"
Alice twisted her head and looked back to see what the big animal was doing. Brute drew his hips rapidly back and forth, and Alice caught a glimpse of something protruding from his furry belly, but she had no idea how large it was. She only knew that the beast had an erection and was attempting to fuck her. Horrified and frantic, she looked pleadingly at Ed. He only smiled at her and nodded.
"But, Ed..." she said faintly.
"No, Alice," he said, "don't tell me it's wicked or evil or unnatural. Just see what your body thinks. Tell me how it really feels, not some line of crap your mother fed you thirty years ago. Judge for yourself."
It was good advice, Alice decided. It was certainly time that she got rid of the stupid hang-ups and misconceptions her mother had put in her head-poor, frigid Mother. Alice would have been open for almost anything with a human lover, but with a dog. . . ? It just seemed too awful, no matter what Ed said. She attempted to crawl forward, out of the panting animal's embrace, but Brute held her tightly, possessively, just as he would a bitch in heat. When she realized that she couldn't escape, her panic mounted. Just then Brute hit the mark, his enormous hard canine penis slamming into her tiny vagina with a force that took her breath away.
"UUHHH," cried Alice, her eyes going wide and dazed.
Chris and Ed went goggle-eyed, too, as they watched their huge pet slam his enormous long gleaming prick into Alice's body. Miraculously her tiny vaginal mouth stretched to accommodate the outsized tool, and while Brute whined, barked, and shoved, his long thick penis slowly disappeared up her little, hair-fringed hole. After her initial loud gasp, Alice made not a sound for a moment, apparently too dazed and breathless to speak. Her expression didn't change, either. Brute panted and salivated, using all his great strength to wedge his huge doggy dick all the way into her tight little hole, till at last he was fully lodged. He whimpered happily, wagged his bushy tail, and then began to hump her in typical dog fashion-fast and furious.
"Ahhh," muttered Alice, "ohhh...."
Once he began moving inside her, her pelvis melted and glowed with the most intense pleasure she'd ever felt. She'd been plenty afraid when that mammoth meat first penetrated her, afraid of being torn and hurt, but when Brute got all the way in, she realized that this thick stuffing was just what she needed. Never had she experienced a thicker, longer cock, nor was she-likely to find one on any human partner. She hated to admit it, but the dog was superior even to Ed. The hot friction was delicious, and Brute's furious fast humping couldn't have been matched even by the most energetic powerful man. Fast and hard and big-that was Brute, and that was just the way Alice liked it best. At first she tried to conceal her pleasure from Ed and Chris, a little ashamed of how much she was enjoying the dog's frantic fucking, but it soon became impossible for her to keep quiet. Her handsome face twisted in a mask of sensual bliss, her pussy worked with horny speed to match the dog's strokes, and she began to moan and wail without pause, her voice hoarse and ecstatic, her heavy cream squishing out in abundance with each thick thrust of Brute's mighty dog cock.
"Ahhhhh, God, so good," she shrieked, "yes, yes, AAAHHH!"
"Gee, Dad," Chris said wonderingly, "I guess she-likes it."
"You bet she does," Ed said fondly. "That's a real woman there, son, a woman who digs her own body and isn't afraid of anything. There aren't many like Alice." He smiled as he thought of Alice just a few days earlier-a prim, repressed, man-hating spinster. She'd really been through some changes since then, all for the good. He knew Alice would never cease to enjoy sex now, that she'd always be a delightful partner in bed. He wasn't going to let her go. He watched with delight and mounting excitement as Alice wailed her pleasure, watched her luscious body writhing blissfully under the dog's happy humping. Brute's great doggy cock hammered like a pile driver in her tiny wet cunt, thrusting all the way to her womb with each shove, stretching her little cunt mouth wide, but Alice took it all bravely, happily, working her horny pussy in perfect time to the dog's furious strokes. Her eyes rolled wildly, her voice became hoarse with pleasure, as Brute fucked her into unknown heights of sensual bliss. Ed felt his own cock going rigid with arousal as he watched, and, looking down at his son, he saw that Chris was having the same experience. The boy watched intently, growing ever more excited, his small white prick slowly engorging and rising up to hug his belly. Alice certainly would have her work cut out for her tonight.
"Ohhhhh, God, he's making me cum," wailed Alice, raising her lush body very high for the frantically humping dog. "Yes, yesss, yesss!"
She began to writhe and shudder violently in her climax, and Brute had to tighten his grip in order to stay mounted. His doggy grin widened, his tongue lolled far out, as he felt her narrow wet passage tightening around his deeply buried meat, triggering his own orgasm. The German shepherd gave a long, low wail of ecstasy, and then Alice felt floods of steamy dog-cum sizzling into her womb. When it was over, Brute abruptly let her fall from his embrace, leaped off the bed, and went into a corner to fall asleep, a typical dog to the end.
Alice sighed and blushed. "Oh, my goodness," she said, "what must you think of me now?"
"We think you're the greatest," said Ed.
"And we're horny," said Chris. "Just look, Alice."
Alice looked and saw two ready cocks, one sweet and slim, the other huge and heavy. "Oh, my goodness," was all she could say.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ed and Chris stood at the foot of the bed, both suffering fierce cockstands, both eyeing Alice' hungrily. Father and son loved each other, but in a crisis like this, there was bound to be a little competition. Chris looked pleadingly at Alice, and she thought how extraordinarily handsome the boy was, blonde and trim and fresh.
"Please, Alice," he said, "it's my turn. You had Dad, then Brute, and now it's only fair that you have me."
Ed knew this was true, but he was desperately horny and didn't mind throwing his weight around. He stepped closer, and Alice grew warm at the sight of his rugged hairy body and his gigantic fat cock with its drooling purple head. "Look, Alice," he said, "I know I've been a little rough on you this evening, and I haven't always been fair in the past-but that's over. As far as I'm concerned, you've proven yourself for good. I don't ever want to lose you. Please, wait a few more months till I have the money saved, and then you and I and Chris can move to the country together. How about it, Alice? Will you marry me?"
Alice was surprised and delighted. "Why, Ed," she said, "I hardly know how to respond-it depends on Chris, I suppose. After all, if he's going to get a stepmother, he should have some say in the matter. What do you think, Chris? Would you mind having me around permanently?"
"Hell, no," Chris said eagerly. "I mean, well-that is-"
"What, son?" said Ed. "Speak up. Do you have any objections?"
Chris reddened. "Well, no, Dad, except, if Alice marries you, then what about me? I mean, if she's your wife, do I still get to fuck her? I don't wanna be left out."
Alice and Ed exchanged glances, then smiled. "You won't be left out, son," said Ed. "This family is going to be close-very, very close. Right, Alice?"
"Right," said Alice. "Hopefully you'll find girls your own age pretty soon, Chris, but for the time being, we'll see that you don't get too horny. Considering what's happened already, that'd be very unfair." Inwardly she thrilled to the idea of having two lovers, father and son. It was going to be fine, just fine.
"Great," said Chris. "Then it's all right with me if you two get married. But what about right now? Who goes first, Alice-me or Dad?"
It was a helluva decision to make. Alice wanted both of them. She wanted Chris' deliciously young smooth body and his furiously fast little cock, but she also wanted Ed's gigantic meat and the thorough stuffing which only he could give. She sat in an agony of indecision, meanwhile growing hotly aroused, so that her steamy fragrant pussy juice flowed out in buckets, pooling on the bedspread. The enticing odor wafted to the corner of the room where Brute lay napping, and suddenly the huge German shepherd whined, perked up his ears, and leaped to his feet. He sniffed the air briefly, and the scent of a receptive female instantly alerted all his deepest instincts. With a howl of canine lust, he came bounding across the room and leaped onto Alice, knocking her down on her back. She shrieked and giggled as the big dog licked her face.
"Beaten out by a dog," Ed said, laughing. "Looks like we lose, Chris."
"Shit," said Chris disgustedly. "He just had his turn. It's not fair, Dad."
"I know," said Ed, "but what can we do about it? Looks like his mind's made up."
Brute had nosed between Alice's soft white thighs and was licking her bright red slit eagerly and noisily. It felt marvelous, and Alice closed her eyes, sighed deeply, and opened her legs wide to him, allowing him to lick all the way from her anus to her sensitive little clit. She felt no shame, no inhibitions. She was ready to accept any kind of pleasure life offered, even this bizarre relationship with the family dog.
"Ahhhh," she said, "that feels so nice...."
"I'll bet it does," Ed said dryly, "but what about Chris and me? That damned dog is hogging all the action."
"Ummm-hmmm," said Alice, hardly hearing him. Already she was in a paroxysm of pleasure, her fragrant pussy juices boiling out for Brute to lap up and swallow. The dog's tongue was stiff and rough and hot, giving incredible stimulation to her tender swollen clit, labia, and cunt. She closed her eyes and lounged dreamily on the bed, content to feel Brute lick her forever. The slurpy hot tongue tickled her tiny wet clit, nosed between the puffed pink folds of her labia, snaked briefly and tantalizingly into her hungry box, then finally moved slickly downward to tickle and ream her tight greedy ass-hole. It was beautiful, and she hoped it would never stop.
She reckoned without male horniness, however, not realizing its desperate urgency. Brute's big doggy c ock was already long and swollen and ready for action again, but Ed and Chris were just as much in need of her body. Everybody wanted to get laid right now, nobody wanted to wait his turn.
"Goddamn dog," Ed said testily, "you'd think he'd be tired. I'm gonna pull him off and take my turn. He won't be happy about it, but we can lock him in the closet."
"Like hell," Chris said angrily. "If it's anybody's turn, it's mine."
"Listen, smart-ass," said Ed, "I'm the boss around here, and-
"Oh, for heaven's sake," Alice said, "will you stop quarreling? I'm trying to enjoy this, but you two are spoiling it. Just be quiet a moment and let me think. There may be a way to satisfy everyone."
"Not unless you have three cunts," said Ed sarcastically.
"Ssshhh," said Alice.
Brute was wriggling his long slick hot tongue into her ass-hole, giving her delicious bursts of pleasure, and it wasn't easy to think. She wished Ed and Chris would go take a walk so she could enjoy the eager dog, but no such luck. She'd have to take care of them, too, before she could relax. She thought quickly-she didn't have three cunts, alas, but she did have three different places for fucking. With just a little careful maneuvering, she might take care of everyone. It was a wicked idea, but that only made Alice chuckle. She'd left her inhibitions far behind her that night.
"Listen," she said breathlessly as Brute reamed her ass-hole with a loud slurping noise, "I think I have an idea. Just be patient, please, and I'll see that nobody's left out. Ooooo, that's good. ... Ahhhh.... Yes, please be patient...."
Ed and Chris looked skeptical. With Brute's great red tongue stuck deep in her ass, Alice was in a frenzy of pleasure which hardly left her any time for the man and boy. She gave herself up to it for just a moment, gurgling happily while the eager dog reamed and probed her tight rectum with his big slick hot tongue, and they saw a white stream of pussy juice squirting from her quaking vaginal mouth, testifying to her keen enjoyment. Then she blinked and came back to earth. "Look at him, Ed," she said breathlessly. "Is his cock hard? Is he ready to fuck?"
Ed bent and looked at the dog's writhing belly. He saw Brute's gigantic meat hanging down heavily, full and stiff and gleaming. "He's ready, all right," said Ed. "I should only be so ready."
"Good," said Alice.
She seized the dog's head and petted it affectionately. "Good doggy," she said. "Good Brute. Come here."
She pulled his head from her crotch, and Brute reluctantly gave up his tasty licking of her tight pungent ass-hole. She threw her long legs up around the dog's back and forced him down on her lush quaking body, till the hot wet tip of his huge canine penis touched the red-hot mushy mouth of her ever-ready cunt. At first Brute didn't get the idea, because Alice was not in the familiar position on hands and knees. She used her legs to pump the dog's hips back and forth, sticking the swollen tip of his cock in and out of her eager hot hole, and Brute began to understand. He wasn't used to doing it this way, but he was too eager to mind. With a sharp whine of excitement, he took over the work, moving his hips by himself, beginning to fuck her. Alice locked her legs around his big shaggy body and began to whimper as he penetrated her. Chris and Ed, watching enviously, saw the dog's massive meat beginning to work its way up her tiny hair-fringed hole.
Alice's handsome face twisted with hot lust. "Oh, that's good," she panted, "so good.... My God, his cock is so big.... Ahhhh, yesss...."
Trembling with excitement, his tail wagging furiously, Brute managed to work his thick prick all the way into her belly. He began his blissful fast humping, panting and drooling, his gigantic doggy prick flying with blinding speed in and out of Alice's juicy little hole.
"Good doggy," she said hoarsely. "Good, good doggy. ... All right, now, Chris, you get underneath me."
"Underneath?" said Chris. "I don't understand."
Alice sighed with impatience. She wanted so much to blot out everything but the fantastic sensation of being furiously balled by that big dog cock, but her attention was required in other matters. "Just crawl under me," she panted, "and then I'll tell you what to do."
Chris obeyed, wriggling underneath her big hot body, wondering what she had in mind. It felt delicious to press himself against her hot silky flesh, and he reached around to play with her huge milky bouncing jugs. He felt very happy, except that he had no place to put his fiercely erect little cock. How the hell was she going to solve that problem?
"Okay," he said, "I'm here, Alice. What do I do now?"
At the very thought of it, Alice flushed with hot lust. She knew the perfect place for Chris' half-grown stiff little dick, and she just wondered why she hadn't thought of it before. The boy's immature penis was too skinny and short to satisfy her thirsty mature cunt, but there was a place where it would fit beautifully, giving her all the hot friction and tight stuffing she wanted. God, it was going to feel great....
"Stick it in my ass, darling," she said hoarsely. "Quickly...."
Chris gawked for a moment, then thought, Why not? Why the hell not? He was eager to learn, and he'd try anything once. It seemed a kind of kinky thing to do, but it might just be fun. Sweating with effort and excitement, he seized his red-hot little poker and wedged the creaming sharp tip into the bumpy clenched mouth of Alice's little brown hole. She relaxed the muscles, and Chris felt his ready cock popping into a deliciously hot tight sheath of slick flesh. It was wonderfully snug in there, gripping and steamy, just right for his half-grown dick.
"Aw, Jesus," he yelped, "that's great."
He thrust his hips forward with all his might, groaned, and managed to complete the penetration of her exquisitely tight ass-hole, lodging himself all the way to his fat little balls. It was a fantastically good fit. He whinnied and squealed in his excitement and began to ball her just as fast as Brute. He could feel the pressure of the big dog's huge dick, separated from his own busy cock by a thin membrane of flesh. Alice felt the double penetration with equal excitement. Never had she been so deliciously stuffed and fucked, never had she known such intense pleasure. She was already close to cumming, and the game had barely begun. She slammed her pelvis up and down, getting all the sweet friction she could from dog and boy.
Ed watched with mixed feelings, both admiration and impatience. Alice was quite a woman, all right, bold and inventive, and he was proud of her for thinking up this kinky new sport. It was fun to watch her obvious bliss as she took it in cunt and ass from the teenage boy and the huge German shepherd. On the other hand, there was no place for Ed, and that pissed him off. She'd just agreed to marry him, so why the hell didn't she put him first, give him the favored treatment?
"Hey, Alice," he said, "I hate to interrupt when you're having so much fun, but what about me? Do I just stand here?"
Alice grinned lewdly at him. "Oh, no, darling," she said breathlessly, "there's plenty of room for you, too. Climb up here beside me, and I'll show you."
Puzzled but eager, Ed climbed onto the bed and waited. His huge prick was swollen almost to bursting, dribbling thick hot cream, standing straight and heavy from his belly. He felt he'd have to yell with frustration if he didn't have her quickly, but he couldn't see how she was going to manage it. She seemed pretty damned busy already.
Alice let him stew for a moment, amused by his obvious impatience, and then she said, "Crawl over here, Ed. Lean over my face. That's it. Now, just hold still, and I'll take care of you, just like I promised."
Ed was beginning to get the idea, but he wasn't prepared for the sharp pleasure he felt when Alice suddenly sucked his thick hot meat all the way into her tight slick throat. He let out a bellow of pleasure as he felt his hungry thick meat sheathed in red-hot sucking flesh, felt her greedy mouth pumping and milking his dick with furious speed and pressure.
"Yeah, baby," he panted, "beautiful. Just beautiful...."
Alice gurgled happily. She loved every member of her new family, and she intended to keep them all happy-very, very happy.
