Marriage in this country today is fast becoming an antique ritual in this age of enlightened experience. The Victorian ideas that prevailed for so many years have finally been torn aside, probably never to be sewn together again. Young moderns belong to swinging social sets, swap clubs, and private party groups that freely enjoy sex in many forms. Group encounters are commonplace and sex education is a family affair.
Yet, studies show that there are still couples who adhere to the old-fashioned ideas of man and wife cleaving together till death do them part. In many instances, this belief comes not from lack of desire to experiment on the part of the individuals, but rather through lack of understanding and communication between them in letting each other know of their willingness.
Men hide behind the secrecy of their jobs, seeking and finding outside sex pleasures without their partners knowledge. Women hide behind a wall of frustration and guilt, unable to discuss openly the appetites they have. In many instances, such marriages wind up in divorce courts. The steadily rising divorce rate can be traced directly to sexual incompatibility, or more accurately, sexual unfulfillment. Husbands and wives often are good lovers. But the 'unspeakable desires' that may haunt them will cast a dark shadow of resentment across the most successful love life if they are repressed too long.
Psychologists have shown that many women revert to their first sexual encounter for the model of perfection in later life. To be attracted to young boys is a manifestation of this reversion. It is far more widespread than most people imagine. Again, if the desire to copulate with young boys is repressed, it may lead to only further frustration. If a woman admits her wants and needs, even satisfies them, her frustration vanishes and she can find peace and harmony in all sex relations.
Likewise, men who bury themselves in work as an excuse to disavow their failure to satisfy their wives completely, compound their marriage problems rather than aid them. Work is a demanding mistress, but it does not bring a man the sexual satisfaction he needs.
In a private clinic in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Dr. Martin Overbeck counsels young marrieds in the art of free expression of love. They are encouraged to talk over their feelings, admit the desires that are hidden inside them. Once the initial shock passes, Dr. Overbeck claims almost 100% acceptance between partners. He has encountered men and women who both discovered they liked to sample virgin young bodies in preference to other variations of sex. Their acceptance of the fact allows them to gain closer harmony in their own sexual relations. They are able to talk freely of other encounters and to experiment together without fear.
Modern marriage is becoming modern maturity-a maturity that is born of knowledge rather than years.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Vivian Harrow burrowed under the covers and snuggled close to the warm body of her husband. She curled her curves into the smooth line of his ass and tucked her knees behind his. On awakening, she felt the stir of need in her belly, the desire that Warren had not quenched last night. Their lovemaking had been brief and not enough to hold her. His mind had already been on the deal he was trying to finalize today, that big sale that was always just around the corner, the one that would give him enough ready cash that he would be able to take a few weeks off and relax.
She'd been here at the summer place for three days, and already she was sick of it. It had seemed like a good idea, buying the farmhouse on the lakeshore and fixing it up. She had convinced herself that Warren would change, lose the harried air he'd carried so much of late. Most of all, she'd hoped they could regain the spark of romance that had died in their year of marriage.
Her hands crept over his naked hips and searched for his sex organs. He moaned in his sleep as she found the limp penis and closed her fist around it. Its heavy warmth delighted her, and she could feel the flickering desire in her belly. She pressed closer to him. The hands tightened on the dormant organ and raised it from its bed of tightly curled hair. Her hand brushed the hanging bulges of his balls, and she paused to enjoy their uneven texture and hidden hardness. Warren stirred again.
"Hmmm, what time is it?" The words came mumbled through his sleep.
"Time to love," she whispered close to his ear.
He grunted and his shoulders turned further from her. She moved to him again, her hand tightening on its treasure. Very slowly, she began to pump back and forth on the limp cock, urging life into it. Her palm became one with the outer layer of a smooth skin, pulling it back and forth with each stroke. She raised a finger to touch the heavenly satin smooth covering that was exposed when she pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go. She could almost taste the delightful sweet promise it held. So many times she had held this wonderful prick in her lips and on her tongue! And now, she wanted it more than ever. She began to stroke harder and was rewarded with a twitch of the muscles and a tensing of his body.
"Cut that out," he said sharply.
"Darling, don't be like that. We have time for-"
"For Christ sake, Viv, can't you think of anything but screwing around all the time?"
His words hurt her, but she would not give in so easily. He had promised things would be different at the farmhouse, and she meant to see that they were. She would not let him turn her away! She was sick and tired of being pushed aside by his work. At times she even suspected that he might have another woman on the side. In all honesty, she knew she would prefer that to the cold treatment for which he offered the excuse of his work.
"Your prick is getting hard," she said, and raised her head so she could kiss his ear.
He couldn't deny it. The organ had filled with blood and now filled her fist. She took advantage of it by pumping in quick strokes, down to the balls and then snaking all the way to the tip on the return trip. Each stroke brought greater fullness to the cock. A small amount of pre-seminal fluid oozed from the slit and she lathered her hand in it quickly. Behind his back, she smiled and knew he would fuck her.
"Darling, you have the most gorgeous cock in the world. How can you blame me for wanting to feel it up in me? Ummm, when that slippery wet hot poker slides up my cunt, I get all goose bumpy and hot. I want you so bad!" She began to sway her hips back and forth to hit against his ass. She was wet and ready for him, and she needed his loving.
Warren felt the lust build behind his balls. His anger at being awakened vanished completely. He pushed aside the thoughts of the client who would arrive today and of the property he hoped to sell him. A half hour wouldn't make that much difference. He turned to her. "Come here, you little wench. I'll teach you to wake a man so early." He flung his arm over her and grabbed one of the heavy tits that had been pressed to his back. The nipple popped out in instant response to his probing finger.
"Oh, darling, that's so good."
He threw back the covers and exposed their nude bodies. Her hand was still around his warm hard penis and she had coaxed it to a full erection. His hands got busy at her tit and the other at her cunt. She spread her legs willingly.
"Yes, yes, play with me! I want to cum!" He answered her by lowering his head and capturing one of the ruby red tits in his mouth. He sucked the sweet nectar it offered and at the same time massaged the heavy dome with his hand. His other hand found the hot wet haven of her pussy and began to explore it, prying apart the thick hairy curtained doorway and sliding along the slippery smooth inner walls. She groaned and pushed her hips toward him, forcing his hand to penetrate her cunt. "Aaaaaahhhhh!" It was the beginning, the beautiful start of the excitement that would bring her to orgasm. She shoved her body downward again and felt his fingers jam into the pulpy wall of her vagina. She translated her excitement to the swollen sex organ in her hand, pumping in wild need.
He let go of her tit and rolled onto her. "You've got me hot!"
"Yes, yes, put it in me. Let me feel it up there where it belongs! Oh, Warren, I need it so!!" She moved deftly and helped the probing shaft find the haven it sought. The hot prick slipped between the wet lips of her vulva and dived into her soggy cunt. She clamped her arms around him and held him hard against her. He stayed there long enough to kiss her with searching stabs of his tongue, but then he pulled away so they could begin to fuck in earnest. He braced himself on his hands and drove his cock into the lovely hot hole that sucked at him with each stroke. He watched her heavy tits bob up and down on her ribs. He was one hell of a lucky guy to have such a woman as his wife, even if she did push him to the limits on sex. It could be worse, would be, if she didn't want any. His conscience told him that she was a normal woman, and it was he who had found excuses. Damn it, if he could only put over this deal, he'd have time to relax and enjoy her again. They'd never had any trouble fucking plenty when they'd first gotten married, or even before.
Then his need grew into a demand. His body was on fire, his cock ready to explode. He drove it into her with harder thrusts.
Her eyes rolled and half closed. "Yes, oooohhhh, it's so beautiful. I'm so hot! Fuck me, honey! Harder, harder!!!" Her fingers dug into his flesh as her fire roared out of control. Her entire body was one huge mass of lust and need. She felt the hot spurt of her own juices flow to bathe the white-hot lance in her cunt.
"Jeez!" He felt it too. The hot fluid set off his explosion. He barely had time to warn her. "I'm cumming right now, you little fucker! Here it is!!" He ejaculated the pressing load into the waiting belly. Her cunt sucked at it greedily, taking everything he had and still demanding more. He drained himself in the quicksand.
"Yesssss!!!! More! I want more!!" Her legs clamped around his flying hips and hugged the cock into the passionate tunnel of her hot cunt. She catapulted over the brink of orgasm, and the fury of it made her entire body quiver with delight. Tingles spread from the tip of the plunging cunt through her gyrating body and down her legs. Her golden hair was a huge wave around her head on the pillow and her mouth was twisted with the effort of her orgasm."
"O o o o o o o hhhhh!!! Mmmmmm!!! Yyyeeeessss!!!!" Her tits heaved with each gasping breath that tore from her chest. Her belly was molten lead, hot and hard, pouring its desire out. The gripping cunt sucked out the last drops of Warren's rich stringy semen.
He panted for breath and his body slowed. Sweat ran down between his shoulder blades. He came to a stop and rolled off and collapsed on the sheet next to her. "God!" He closed his eyes and sucked air into his lungs.
Vivian lay panting with pleasure. For the moment her body was happy, still warm with the hot load he'd shot up in her. She pressed her legs together and relived the tingling sensation that made her shiver with delight. She rolled to Warren and put her arms around him in embrace.
He opened his eyes and squinted at her. "Hey, that's all, for Chrissake are you trying to kill me?"
His sharp tongue wounded her again and she pulled back. "I only wanted to thank you and tell you I love you. Honest, Warren, you've become such a damn crab lately that I sometimes wonder-"
Angry, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "You wonder what?" he demanded.
"Oh nothing, I'm sorry. It's just that you're so touchy, so afraid to play the kind of sex games we used to play all the time. Can't you relax and enjoy life?" She fought back the tears that threatened to spill over her eyelids.
"My God, woman, I just got done screwing you! What the hell do you want from me?" His forehead puckered in a deep frown.
Stung by his anger, Vivian withdrew the hand she had put out toward his leg. She bit her lip and said nothing. There was no use arguing about it. The scene had been repeated too many times of late. The gap between them widened with each one. She turned away now and forced herself to hide her shame.
Then, very softly, she said, "I'm sorry, Warren. It was wonderful and I loved every second of it." After a second, she added, "Thanks."
He was already on his feet and headed for the bathroom. In a moment, she heard the splash of the shower. She buried her face in the pillow and sobbed with frustration and anger. What have I done to deserve this? Why does he act this way? Was it possible for a man to turn so completely to his work that he no longer needed or enjoyed a full portion of sex?
The shower stopped and she quickly wiped her eyes and got up. At the dressing table, she dusted a light layer of powder around her eyes to hide the ravages of the crying. Warren came into the bedroom, and without looking at her, he turned to the dresser and got shorts and shirt and began to dress. She walked past him and into the bathroom. The heavy sludge of his cum ran in a slow path down her thigh and she lovingly pressed her legs together to capture the last traces of its warmth. Then she stood under the shower a long time and let it wash away her anger and hunger.
When she emerged from the bathroom, Warren was already gone. She dressed in very brief shorts and a halter top. She slipped straw sandals on her feet. The day was going to be another scorcher. At seven-thirty, the air outside the window was already warm and still. The leaves on the oak tree hung lifeless in the slanting rays of the sun that was already up over the field. Some kind of insect whined a high call that became monotonous in the quiet. Even though it was early July, the fields and trees had a dusty dry look that promised a stifling summer.
Vivian sighed and went to the kitchen. Warren had plugged in the coffee pot and was cracking an egg into the pan for his breakfast. The heat didn't faze his appetite-for food, anyway. She poured herself a tall glass of orange juice and sat at the table near the window.
When his egg was ready, he sat opposite her and busied himself with the food. When he had devoured the egg and toast, she poured his coffee.
"Thanks. Look, hon, I'm sorry I blew my top." He smiled at her briefly. "It's just that I have this deal with Conners on my mind. You have to understand how important it is."
Mutely she nodded.
"I have to go into town and make sure all the insurance papers are in order. Conners is a stickler for details, and I don't want anything to crop up at the last minute and give him an excuse to back out."
She looked at him over the rim of her cup. "If the property is as good as you say it is, that should sell him."
He laughed. "You don't know Quentin Conners! He's been known to slide out of a deal if there's a word misspelled in the contract! He's a bastard of the first order, and I'm not taking any chances."
He never took chances with clients, only with her. She bit back the quick answer that sprang to her lips. Instead, she asked, "When will he be here?"
He sipped the hot coffee and looked out the window. "He's driving up today. He suggested one o'clock. You won't have to worry about lunch." He glanced at his watch. "I'd better get to town."
"It's barely eight o'clock!"
He sighed. "It's a half-hour drive. Besides, I want to catch Sam Dowling before he gets over to the bank. If I can convince him this sale is going to benefit the whole community, I've got it made. After all, the tool factory Conners plans to build will provide plenty of work for the local population. God knows, there's enough unemployment and relief around here. Any kind of a factory would be a boon."
He set his cup down and got to his feet. "I have to go." He detoured past the counter where he'd left his brief case and papers.
From the window she watched him get into the Ford. A small eddy of dust rose at the exhaust and the car moved slowly down the curving drive toward the road.
Her coffee was cold and she got up and refilled the cup. She carried it outside with her and sat on the small side porch outside the kitchen door. The silence of the country was peaceful but somehow depressing. She was lonesome for the noise and activity of the city. She'd be stuck here all weekend while Warren spent his time with the big prospect. She sipped the coffee and looked around at the wide empty field across the road, the cool-looking grove of pine trees that cut off any view to the north. Everything was quiet, so quiet that it made her shiver. She got up and walked around the house so she could look at the lake.
It shimmered in the early morning sun, with tiny ripples crossing its surface and gentle waves slapping the shore. Later, when it really got warm, she'd change to her swimsuit and lie on the dock to start a tan. Maybe she'd swim too. Alone. She clenched her teeth, recalling the rebuff Warren had given her.
She finished her coffee and set the cup on the front step. Then she walked slowly down the slope toward the shore and the dock. There was no hurry to do the dishes or make the bed. Warren would be gone for hours, perhaps all day.
She was almost to the water's edge when she heard the boat. She shielded her eyes with her hand and gazed across the brilliance of the lake. A large speedboat was coming toward her at high speed. She watched as the driver expertly whirled the boat and sent up a spray that shielded the craft from view for a moment. Then he turned in a wide circle, slowed and came toward her again.
Almost idling, the boat came to the dock. Fascinated, Vivian watched as a young man, hardly more than a boy, piloted the craft and tossed a rope around the dock mooring post. The engine died and he grinned under the wide sunglasses. He got to his feet and leaped lightly to the dock only a few feet from her.
He wore only a pair of very tight bathing trunks. His body glistened in the sun, beautifully tanned and well muscled. Her gaze moved down his lean form to the hard protrusion where the suit came to a triangle between his tanned thighs. She felt an instant stab of pain in her belly and the insane desire to see the hidden promise of his burgeoning manhood. She felt a warmth in her face that was not the sun, and she brought her gaze up quickly from his packed crotch.
"Hello." Her voice quivered slightly, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Hi, I'm Andy LaRue. Mr. Harrow asked me to come over and fix that panel in the bedroom."
She squinted at him. "Oh? He didn't mention it."
"Gee, I'm sorry. You're Mrs. Harrow, aren't you?"
"Yes."
He held out his hand and she shook it because there was nothing else to do. His skin was warm and vibrant. She held the hand longer than necessary. She smiled. "That's all right. Mr. Harrow had a lot on his mind before he left today. If he told you to come, that's fine." Her smile widened. "You look very young to be doing carpentry work."
He blushed. "Yeah, maybe. But I'm good," he assured her quickly. "My dad taught me everything he knows and I've worked with him a lot. Putting in panels is easy."
She continued to stare at him until he shuffled his feet in nervous tension. "I'll get my tools," he said. He dropped back into the boat and bent to pick up the tool box he'd shoved under one of the seats. Between his legs, she saw the heavy hang of his cock and balls where they were trapped under the red stretched cloth. Without warning, she felt the heaviness of need begin in her uterus and the warm wetness begin between her legs. The rounded humps of his slim boy ass excited her, and she wanted to feel the warmth of his skin on hers again. Only this time, she would not settle for only his hand.
He straightened up and lifted the tool box to the dock before leaping out of the boat again. He grabbed a white short-sleeved polo shirt from the windshield of the boat and grinned at her.
"You want to show me the bedroom?" he asked.
She smiled warmly. "I'd love to." She turned and started up the slope.
CHAPTER TWO
Inside the house, Vivian stood in the doorway of the bedroom and watched the boy inspect the warped paneling. She leaned against the door frame and studied the slim figure with its rippling muscles under the heavy tan. She was fascinated by the smooth hairless skin and the flawless beauty of his youth. His shoulders were already wide, his waist tiny and hips slim. The low-riding red suit caressed his buttocks and each time he bent over, she caught her breath.
Something in the back of her mind struggled for recognition. It was as if she had known this child before, seen him, touched him. Yet it was impossible. She'd never met him before a few minutes ago on the dock. Did he remind her of someone? She looked at his long blond hair that kept falling across his eyes and the impatient gesture with which he tossed it back. His blue eyes were innocent and clear, eager for his work. He would grow up to be handsome, but he was still in possession of the soft boyishness that marked his youth. No, she couldn't even think of anyone he resembled in facial features.
He took his tape measure from the box and expertly set about measuring the panel. He whistled softly as he worked, but his brow was crossed in concentration. With a start, Vivian realized that the stirring that had started when she saw him on the dock had erupted into something more now. The heaviness in her belly had become pain, sharp and insistent. Her heart was pounding.
She left the room quickly. What is the matter with me? Angrily, she poured herself another cup of coffee and forced herself to sit at the table with it. It was insane! She was an adult, twenty-four years old, married! He was a child, not a day over fourteen. She drank some of the coffee quickly to erase the guilty thoughts that forced themselves into her consciousness. She was sexually aroused!!
The hot liquid burned her tongue and the cup clattered against the saucer. Her hand was shaking and she gripped the table to stop it. It was crazy! It wasn't true. It was only that Warren had not satisfied her completely this morning!! That had to be it.
From the bedroom, the soft sound of his whistling was torturing her. She got to her feet and turned to the sink. She ran the hot water and filled the dishpan, squirted in the soap and began to stack the few breakfast things in the pan. If she stayed busy, she would forget the nonsense. She tried to think of something else.
She didn't succeed. By the time she'd finished the dishes, the pain in her belly had increased. The call of the intriguing whistle made her tremble with need. Finally, she dried her hands and walked softly to the bedroom door once more.
Andy was using a claw hammer to remove the nails holding the bad panel in place. He worked swiftly and competently, with sure strokes and motions. She watched him in silence, marveling at the coordination that caused him to work without wasted effort. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his back and it caught the light and shone enticingly.
He sensed her presence and turned to smile at her. "Oh, hi."
Flustered, she smiled. "I came in to make the bed. Will I be in your way?"
"No, ma'am. You go right ahead." He went back to his work.
She moved to the rumpled bed that reminded her even more of the sex need she felt. She yanked at the thin blanket and the sheet, pulling them to the foot of the bed so she could straighten the bottom sheet. She bent to the task and the boy glanced at her, then quickly away. She knew that the brief halter did little more than cover her breasts and when she leaned over, he'd had a good view of the cleavage between her full-cupped breasts. She smiled to herself. He had been interested. She took special care with the sheet, spending a long time getting it perfectly smooth. When she moved to the side of the bed where he was, his gaze followed her again. She had to pass very close to him. She imagined she could feel the warmth emanating from his body. When she bent to her task again, she accidentally brushed her hip against him.
She turned and looked up at him without straightening. "Oops, I'm sorry."
His smile froze on his face as his eyes went to the delightful sight almost under them. Jeez! She was so damned close and those big boobs were almost falling out of that top!. Her skin was warm and soft when she'd touched him, and he was still stunned by the impact. He'd never been this close to a woman before, except his mother. She was something, this one. She was the kind of woman he and his buddies dreamed about in the locker room or made crude jokes about. And he was with her! He was almost scared.
But she was smiling very nicely at him. Maybe it was his own guilt that made him think she meant something or wanted something. Lately, he'd awakened at night with strange new feelings in his loins, unexplainable feelings that brought his muscles to life and made his private parts tingle. Once, he'd awakened from a dream, a dream in which he was lying naked beside a lush older woman just like this, and realized that something had happened. The sheets around him were wet and sticky, and his firm young cock throbbed with a great new feeling. He knew enough from the locker room to realize he'd had a wet dream, that he was becoming a man, that his sexual needs and powers were beginning to come alive. The idea excited him, but he said nothing to the other boys for fear he'd be teased. But he wished the dream would come again.
He stood with the hammer dangling at his side. His throat was dry and his knees weak. He shuffled his bare feet on the wood floor and turned back to the panel.
Vivian smiled inwardly as she forced herself back to the bed-making. In that instant when the boy looked at her, so close, so warm, she remembered. Johnny. He reminded her of Johnny. The boy next door when she was a teenager. The boy who had popped her cherry, laid her for her very first sexual experience.
She had been twelve, already spurting into womanhood. Her bustline had popped almost overnight and she was embarrassed by the heaviness that suddenly weighted her down. She was still an awkward kid, just starting junior high school. Johnny was almost two years older and had never paid any attention to her before that summer. Her new growth intrigued him and she knew he stared at her breasts every time she passed. When he asked her to go swimming with him at the creek that warm July day, she'd agreed quickly. The summer had already turned dull in the small town where they lived, and swimming was the major enticement for most of the kids.
She wasn't particularly surprised when Johnny took her to the bend in the creek where the water ran rapidly over the rocks. Most of the kids swam at the other spot where the creek widened to form a pool deep enough for diving. But it was quiet here, and cool under the big oak tree. They leaned their bikes against the tree and stripped to the bathing suits they wore under their clothes. Vivian's was too tight, bought at the end of the season last year when her mother found a sale and without consideration for how much she might grow. She'd spent her lifetime growing into odd-size sale clothing her mother purchased. But this year, the allowance for growth had not been enough, and the flowered nylon barely contained her ripening figure.
Johnny didn't complain. He enjoyed viewing her full breasts and widening hips under the skimpy cloth. And he'd enjoyed something else. " It began with the usual game of ragtag, with Johnny's T-shirt balled up and heaved smartly back and forth. Their laughter rang in the still afternoon sun as they dived and tried to hit each other with the rag. Vivian had caught Johnny smartly across the back of the head and then plunged underwater to escape before he could retaliate. She swam, silently laughing and trying not to let a stream of bubbles give away her direction. When her lungs were ready to burst, she surfaced quickly only to find Johnny right beside her. The shirt was in his hand, high above his head, waiting to descend and tag her. Startled, she gasped for air and the laugh burst from her. His hand came down but the shirt fell from it beside her. His arms went around her and he bent his face to hers, pressing his mouth to hers before she could close it. His tongue speared into the warm cavity that was still full of laughter. His arms pinned her body to his and she could feel the pounding heart behind the heavy breasts that mashed against him.
For a minute, she was too stunned to react. Then she felt the warm glow radiate in her from his hands and lips. She forgot the cool water, the game. She forgot everything but the heavy pounding that began deep inside her and increased in tempo with the movement of his hands on her body. Underwater, his fingers explored her back, her waist, her hips. Still in the embrace of the kiss, he let his hand catch the elastic around the waist of the two-piece suit and pull it downward so he could rub her ass. His fingers cupped the full spheres and delved far into the crevice. Her whole body began to tingle. Then his hand moved to her belly and down. His fingers probed through her new bush of pubic hair and went between her legs.
Her breath stalled in her throat. Something happened to her body and she shivered against his wet body. Currents of electricity shot through her belly and legs. His finger touched some spark, an ignition key to her womanhood.
Breathless, Johnny broke the kiss. His blue eyes were only inches from hers, asking their silent question. She breathed hard and bit her lip. Without a word, he turned her toward the shore and they walked out of the water together. They climbed over the big rock and lay flat on it in the sun. His hands removed the impeding pieces of her suit and then his own. She gasped in admiration when his proud youthful penis came into view.
She'd never seen a man nude before, and the sex organ was larger than she'd expected it would be from the diagrams in her health book. Johnny's penis was hard and swollen, jutting from his body like a lance thrusting for battle. It was darker than the white skin of his belly where the line of his swim suit met the deep tan. It was almost as if the sex organ had its own tan, built in, and full of heat.
Johnny leaned over her and cupped one of her tits in his mouth, lapping the nipple with his tongue, sucking at it and making it bounce back and forth. It grew hard under his lashing, and the feeling brought new excitement.
She could feel the wet tip of the beautiful cock against her leg. She put her hand to it, gripping its fullness and delighting in its warmth. Johnny groaned and let go of her nipple. He looked into her eyes. Again, he found the answer he wanted.
With a deft movement, he rolled on top of her. "Put it in," he whispered through tortured breaths.
"I don't know how." She was excited but frightened.
"Christ! I'm so damned hot!"
"Oh-"
"Let me!" His hand went between their bodies and she felt his fingers grab hers which were still around the penis. He made a strange noise in his throat and shoved the package between the hairy folds he had fingered a short time ago. She felt the hot wet tip burn her vulva. He released his grip and she withdrew her hand too. No sooner was the sex organ free than it plummeted through her maidenhead and into her body.
"Ooohhhh!" The first sharp stab of pain gave way to a hot flood of tremendous need. Her eyes opened wide and she tried to say something, but no words would come. The hard shaft inside her blotted out everything but the new sensation that filled her.
Johnny braced himself on his elbows and began to move the penis back and forth in her with violent passion. Her heat raged and exploded into an inferno. Her arms went around him and she whimpered as each dive set off new charges of fire in her belly. The heaviness mushroomed into a volcano, ancTshe clung to him, begging silently for deliverance.
The boy cock speared into the hole, driving its full force with each thrust. His own experience had been quite limited with women, but he knew now that he was in control. He felt the hard pressure of his semen building in his balls, and then the warning tension of his muscles. Her tight snatch gripped him ecstatically and sucked at his prick. The rigid organ was on fire. And then he let it go.
"Ooooooohhhhhh, oooooohhhhhh, uuuuuuhhhhhh!!!!" She twisted and writhed under him. Her cunt exploded with his cock, and a hot rush of love juice poured out to meet his cum. The two young damp bodies smacked together in violent orgasm as the water of the creek splashed noisily over the rock behind them.
When they finally lay side by side, Vivian reached her hand to his and his fingers curled around it. "God, that was good!" He smiled at her. "You're quite a woman, Viv."
It was the first time she had ever been called a woman, but she accepted it, knowing it was true. She felt like a woman, had cum like a woman. The new feeling thrilled her and she already longed to touch Johnny's warm body and hold him close again.
"Viv?"
"Hmm?"
"That was the first time for you, wasn't it?" His tone was soft and she was glad she could answer truthfully.
"Yes. Oh, Johnny, it felt so good! I can't describe it! I never dreamed anything could feel so wonderful, so warm."
He put his arms around her then and pulled her close. They lay together in the hot sun, enjoying the new closeness. They never spoke of love. She knew that what had happened had nothing to do with real love. It was a beautiful physical thing, something to be enjoyed and relished, something to be shared.
They bathed in the creek, lay on the rock again. Johnny kissed her naked body on intimate spots and she played with the limp organ between his legs. To their mutual surprise, they both became excited again by the play and less than an hour later, they were again enjoying fucking, lost in each other's bodies and aware only of the hot desire that had built again in them. It had been late in the afternoon before they finally got home.
Now Vivian smoothed the cover in place. The memory of Johnny had made her only more aware of Andy. She turned and saw the tanned chest, still void of hair, and the line of white skin where his waist stretched as he reached up to grab the panel. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the startling and enticing bulge of his crotch. He had the panel off and lifted it to place it on the other side of the room out of his way. When he turned back, she smiled and looked into the depths of his very blue eyes.
CHAPTER THREE
The boy stopped and looked at her. She was smiling at him and somehow he knew that he was not to turn back to his work. She beckoned to him with her finger, and he moved forward slowly.
"Yes'm?" His throat felt very dry and his arms hung awkwardly at his sides.
"Come here, Andy. Closer."
He moved until he stood almost at her knees. Sitting on the edge of the bed, her head was at his hip level. Her glance moved down from his face, sliding over his body like a gentle touch. It gave him the shivers, like a cool breeze before a summer storm.
She reached out and touched his thigh, rubbing her hand lightly on the golden flesh, letting the pleasure radiate through her hand and arm into her body.
He stood very still. He was confused, but he did not know what to do. Once more, he looked down into the dark valley between her big tits that were caught in the halter of blue cloth. His breath hissed between his teeth as she stretched and he was sure he saw a glimpse of darker flesh at the peak of the cones.
"Andy?"
"Yes'm?" The word barely got out.
Her hand slid across the smooth red nylon of his swimsuit and touched at his crotch very gently. "How old are you?"
"Fourteen. I'll be fifteen in January." It seemed necessary to add the coming birthday.
"Mmmm, I remember when I was that age. It's a wonderful age, so many things to discover."
"Yes'm." His confusion was a burning flush on his face and neck. His body trembled slightly.
"Would you like me to show you some of the pleasures of growing up?" She looked up and smiled at him, warmly and urgently.
Again he stared into the dim crevice between those incredible boobs. When he didn't answer right away, she raised her eyebrows in question. "Would you?"
"I-I don't know what you mean, ma'am." But he did, he knew only too well.
Her hand moved slightly and he felt its pressure between his legs, pressing upward, against his cock and balls. He felt the dream-like tension in his guts, the hot pressure that had awakened him from the wet dream weeks ago.
Vivian let her hand savor the heat of his body. Under the tight cloth, she could feel the enormous promise of his young innocent sex organs. Even in repose, they promised sizeable delights. Very slowly, so as not to frighten him, she brought her hands up to his feverish waist and caught the band of the suit. Slowly, she worked it down, struggling with the choking breaths that clogged her throat as she viewed the tempting band of white flesh she uncovered. The boy did not move.
She skimmed the suit past his hips. The top edge of his faint triangle of sparse pubic hair came into sight. She paused and put one hand to it gently. The boy's breath made a strange sound in the quiet room. She lay her palm flat against his flatter belly and felt the hard tight muscles. A thrill jolted her entire body.
With one hand, she began to pull the suit down again, tugging it over the humped buttocks and narrow hip bones. Her other hand stayed on his belly but crept downward with the slow motion of the suit. It moved into the silky thatch of hair, kneading the flesh and causing new ripples of excitement to course through him. She felt them and they in turn excited her.
She felt the wetness seep between her legs. Viewing this beautiful boy body had rekindled the flame that had only partially quenched in her belly. The bathing suit moved past his boyish sex organs and they bounced excitedly out of their captivity. Vivian gasped.
"Oh, yes," she sighed and reached for the elongating prick that had already began to twitch slightly under her gaze. "Yes, yes."
Andy looked down at her hands and her bent head. She had his dick in her hand. Her hot fingers were around it and he could scarcely breathe. Shit! Who had to breathe at a time like this! He watched her slow motion progress as she caressed the length of the prick.
Vivian wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. She lifted the penis and held it in her palm, studying the rosebud tip with its tiny crevice. Very gently, she closed her hand around the gorgeous dusky skinned organ and squeezed. The boy's body tensed but he said nothing. She began to move her hand slowly back and forth on the penis, just the way she had on Johnny's after their first copulation that day by the creek. This was the same lovely unspoiled kind of cock she held then. For the first time in a very long time, she felt pure joy rise in her. The boy had not protested, would not, she knew. She would have him, teach him, show him how to satisfy her completely.
She snaked back his foreskin and exposed the glistening head of his cock with its satin red skin. She ran her finger around the thick ridge where the head now bulged forth as the prick took on new proportions. She saw the tiny shine of moisture seep across the slit and smiled.
With her free hand, she shoved the swimsuit down past his knees out of her way. Then with the same hand, and without letting go of the fantastic, incredible fast-growing cock, she pulled him closer by cupping her hand around one buttock. He moved forward in tiny steps, his legs bound by the suit.
But it was close enough. She bent forward slightly and opened her mouth. Her tongue flicked across the tip of the cock and licked off the tiny drop of fluid. The boy gasped. She moved closer and took the whole beautiful red tip in her lips.
"Awww, Jeez!" The boy bent slightly forward and pressed his body closer. He'd never felt anything so great in his life. This woman was actually sucking on his cock! And it felt so good he could feel the storm begin in his belly. He was hot and bothered, wanting her to do more, show him anything she wanted! The torn-off panel behind him was forgotten. His own carpentry work was nothing compared to the way this doll was building him up to something new and fantastic. He pushed and his prick went all the way in her mouth. He groaned with delight.
She had the whole thing now, the delightful boy cock was in her mouth. She rolled it on her tongue, pressed her lips to its growing hardness. The hand on his ass still held the full dome, but now the fingers pried for the crevice and sought his tiny asshole. She wanted to feel the tight puckered muscle under her finger. The boy jerked at the unexpected motion, but he did not pull away. She sighed and pressed her face against the warm crotch, letting the now-hard penis slide far back in her throat. Then she began to move slowly back and forth on it, pulling the loose skin to and fro as she did. She slipped her other hand between his legs and cupped his soft hairless balls. She massaged them gently, feeling for the hard cores that would soon pour out fire for her.
"Ugggghhhh!" The boy couldn't stand still any longer. She had aroused him far beyond his wildest dreams. His guts were on fire. His leg muscles twitched and threatened to pitch him forward on top of her. But what was happening to him was too great to lose. He forced himself to stand still and let her play.
His silent consent was all she needed. She lapped hungrily at his fully swelled organ, licking the mushroom head with hungry thrusts of her tongue along its ridges. The incredibly smooth skin under the forced back foreskin was as sweet as honey. And her belly was a swirling pot of fire. She felt the tension ripple his pelvic muscles and knew he might cum if she wasn't careful. She let the beautiful boy cock slide out of her mouth.
"Aww, don't stop." He looked like he was hurting bad.
She smiled at him. "Come here, on the bed with me.
He sat down, the stiff flagging prick still standing at attention between his thighs. Very quickly, she undid the fasteners at her waist and stood up to let the shorts fall from her body. She wore no underwear, and the surprise of seeing her golden-haired crotch made Andy suck his breath in sharply. Then she reached behind her back and the next instant, the halter fell to the floor. Her huge tits came into full view. His breath caught in his throat and wouldn't move. She was bigger than the pictures he'd seen on calendars or in the girlie magazines his father hid out in the barn. And she was real, very real, not a picture. She moved close to him. The hairy triangle was right in front of him. He swallowed hard and wished to hell he knew what to do first.
He didn't have to wonder long. Vivian sat beside him and pressed the heavy, warm tit against his arm. It made shivers race through him. Then she pressed him back and together they lay on the bed she had just made. She turned so her body was full-length against his, turning his skin into a tight-burning harness that threatened to strangle him like drying leather. Her hard breasts were steel bits against his chest, her hot belly slapping against his as she swayed her hips to create the movement she wanted. She took his face between her hands and came toward it open-mouthed.
Her kiss was a hell of a lot different from those he'd sneaked from the local girls in the movies. Hers was all wet and hot, with her tongue playing games on his, making him want to press his body hard to her and find its promising treasure.
Vivian felt the fire of need burst inside her. She could no longer play slow games, she had to have him. Her body cried for the delights of his innocent youth, and she wanted to feel that ripe golden boy cock inside her wet woman tunnel.
She let go of his mouth and spoke close to it. "Move up." Together they got in a better position on the bed, then she rolled to her back. "Get on top, darling, between my legs."
He almost fell on top of her in his haste to do her bidding. He let her hands on his waist guide him exactly where she wanted him to go.
"Yes, like that. Now use your hands a minute and spread my cunt open so you can see how ready it is for you."
Dazed, he pried the thick hairy curtains apart. "Jeez!" He almost lost his cum right then when he saw the glistening wet tissues under the hidden parts and smelled her strong musky odor.
Her voice was hoarse. "There's a little bump up at the top there. Yes, ooohhhh, yes, like that. Play with it!!!" She squirmed as he fingered her clitoris with awe. He forgot about his own heat for a minute and was lost in the unfolding beauty of her cunt. With one hand, he pushed up into the dark channel that showed between the wet folds. He kept the other finger busy where she'd told him to play. She was going wild now, twisting and turning. But each movement pushed her harder onto his exploring hands. He had two fingers up in her now, buried to the knuckles. He plunged them into the hot pulpy walls of her cunt where he couldn't see but which she could feel. She groaned and twisted, moaned and cried out for more.
Then quite suddenly, she grabbed him around the waist and pulled him onto her. "Put your prick in there!!!" It was a command that had to be obeyed. He struggled and tried to get his body to move where he wanted it to go, but his prick kept hitting the hairy walls that guarded her cuntal mouth. He put his hand between them and grabbed the hot shaft and directed it into her. She yanked him hard so it plunged all the way.
"Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhh!!!! Oohhh, that's so good. So good!" For a moment she clung to him desperately, holding him still against her body. He felt the surge of heat from her tits and from their sex organs plastered together. Then she loosened her grip. "Fuck me, Andy. Darling. Move in and out carefully. Ooo, not all the way. Yes, yesssss, like that!!"
Then he didn't need any more instructions. With a knowledge born of passion, his body took over the steady natural fucking rhythm. His drives into her cunt became surer, harder, faster. He clenched his teeth as hot breaths tore from his lungs. He was on fire, his entire body. From deep in his guts, the volcano rumbled and the hot lava began to rise. He tried to say something, but his tongue would not form words.
But she knew. His eyes had glazed with inner fire, his body tensed with complete lust. The cock was rock hard and white hot. She lifted her hips and met his dives. Her legs clamped around his slim hips and she clung to the galloping rider. She smiled as the loud sounds of their wet sex organs meeting filled the room. The boy grunted, and her belly tightened. He was ready to cum. And so was she.
"Oooooohhhhh, uuuuuhhhhh!!!!" He moaned and slapped his boyish cock home in her full-grown hole.
"Mmmmmm, uuuuuggggghhhhh, ooooohhhhh, yesssss!!! NOW! NOW!!!" She screamed the words at him. Then, she arched her back and pressed into his lunge. "Aaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!" His hot load of clean innocent young cum shot into her woman's cunt, filling her and lathering the pile-driving cock that didn't know enough to stop. Sweat dripped from the boy's body, but still he rammed the spurting cock home.
The pressure had felt like a team of horses pulling his prick from his body. The wet dream had been nothing compared to this. Fire raged through his body, filled him and made him want more. It was a long time before he fell in exhaustion onto her.
She cradled him in her arms, stroking his head gently, making small sounds in his ear. His deflated prick was still inside that hot hugging tunnel, but it was as limp as a dead snake. He could still feel those hard tits on his chest, hot and stabbing.
She whispered in his ear. "That was beautiful, darling. Mmm, you were better than any man I've ever had."
He lifted his head. "Really?"
She nodded. "Yes. You were wonderful. Your penis is so big, and it got so hard. Mmmm, I've never had anything like it."
He felt proud that his first journey into sex had been so successful. It had been great for him, an adventure he'd never forget. The thought of telling his buddies and doing a bit of bragging tempted him, but he immediately thought better of it. Maybe, if he played his cards right, he could have a hell of a good summer. No need to share his new-found treasure with anyone. Or would she want him back?
He didn't have to wonder long. It was as if she read his mind. "Andy?"
"Hmm?"
"We won't say anything about this to anyone? Mr. Harrow or your folks?"
"Christ no!" He'd never thought of telling his parents!
She tightened her arms around him. "Mmmm, wonderful. I may be here all summer. I'm sure there's lots of work for a talented boy like you around this old place. Warren wants to get it all fixed up nice."
"Yes, ma'am." He'd reverted to the formal address without conscious thought. She smiled and didn't correct him. It might be better this way in case he forgot when others were around.
She sighed and cuddled him again. "I guess I should let you finish your work. The paneling."
"Yes'm." He pushed up and she caught him before he could slide the deflated prick from her vagina. She pulled his face down for another kiss, soft and gentle but with a message from her tongue.
When she finally let him go, he stood at the side of the bed. New in the role of lover, he didn't know what to do next. She smiled and got to her feet and took his hand.
She led him into the bathroom. He was embarrassed to see their nude images in the mirror over the sink, but she wasn't. She quickly ran some warm water and wet a washcloth under the tap. Then she knelt in front of him and gently washed away the traces of his semen and her cunt juice from the beautiful young dangling cock and balls. He was speechless with amazement and wonder. He smiled at his reflection. It was going to be one hell of a great summer!
CHAPTER FOUR
Vivian found it difficult to stay away from the boy in the bedroom. Even after the complete orgasm she'd had, she discovered that she wanted to go back to him, have his lovely little body again. But fear that Warren might return prevented her. Instead, she watched the young boy from the doorway, enjoying the smooth flawless skin and knowing what perfection hid beneath the kid's tight-stuffed swimsuit. Guilt at what she had done filled her mind, and she tried to tell herself it had been the result of her earlier frustration, a one-time thing that would never happen again. But as she watched the child, she wondered.
She tried to busy herself in the kitchen and not hear the pounding of his hammer. Once, he had to go out to the shed for a ladder, and she felt the quick cramp of her sex organs as he passed close to her. She gripped the edge of the counter and stood stunned as she watched him vanish into the shed. My God! Why do I feel this way? What is the matter with me? Never before had she been consumed with such lust for anyone. The need for boy cock was hot and heavy in her belly and she staggered with the pain.
By the time Andy returned, she had moved into the living room where she would not see him. She had to get a hold of herself before Warren got back, or before his clients arrived. In the bedroom Andy whistled softly, unmindful of the havoc he'd created in her.
Andy called to her some time later. "Mrs. Harrow?"
She started from the chair where she'd been huddled in her misery. "Yes?" She did not get up. She heard his steps and then he was at the doorway, smiling at her.
"I'm finished, ma'am."
"Oh, yes." She tried to smile and got to her feet. "That's fine, my husband'll be pleased with how fast you work."
"Would you like to see it?"
She stared and could only think of the gorgeous big bulge between his childish thighs. Of course she wanted to see it.
"The panel," he added.
She brought her gaze up and felt shame flood her face. "Yes, of course. But I know you did a fine job." She pulled back her shoulders and followed him toward the bedroom. She had to stand too close to him as she looked at the new wall he'd put up. She felt his warmth radiate and her hand touched his arm. His skin was like the warm sun, a coaxing fire. He looked at her, the proud smile still on his smooth, hairless face. For the moment he had forgotten the sex encounter, the journey into joy, and had been thinking only of his work well done. With sudden shock, he saw the desire in her eyes. The deep blue pools glittered and begged for his young body. It shocked him but then he felt a new pride. She wanted him again!
"Andy." She breathed his name and let it hang in the air between them. "
His mouth opened and he searched for the right thing to say. Christ! He wished he had more experience, knew what to do! But then her arms were around him, pulling him close once more, and he didn't have to think. She pressed her mouth to his willing lips and crushed her body to his.
She speared at his tongue while her hands caressed his naked back and slim nylon covered ass. Already he felt that gorgeous pressure start in the pit of his belly. He put his hands to her waist, rubbing the bare skin and wondering if he should try to get under the halter to touch her peaked mountain tits.
They both heard it at the same time. The car engine whined up the drive and then throbbed into silence outside the house. Andy jumped back like a scared rabbit.
"Damn!" The single word exploded from Vivian's lips and she clutched her belly for a moment. The insistent sharp pain knifed through her, but she took a deep breath and tried to smile at the frightened boy. "It's all right. Get your stuff."
Quickly he turned to pick up his tool box and the white polo shirt. Vivian ran lightly across the kitchen and glanced out the window. It was Warren. He was already on the steps.
She smiled when he entered the house. His glance went to the hall where the boy was emerging with his things. He held the shirt in front of his body, and Vivian knew with a guilty start that she had begun to arouse him and the lovely child's prick had already started its hard-on, and he was hiding it. He looked scared.
"Oh, hello. I didn't know you'd get here so early." Warren dismissed the boy with a quick glance.
Vivian said, "He's quite a worker. He has that panel finished already. You might have told me you'd hired him, Warren." It would be easy to distract him with petulance.
Warren shot her a disgusted glance but said nothing in front of the boy. Andy shuffled awkwardly and then started for the door. "If that's all-"
"I'll want you to do some more work, kid." Warren's voice was impersonal and cold. "There's the front bedroom upstairs. It needs the window fixed and that closet closed off. Think you can handle it?"
She saw the quick glint of anger in Andy's eyes at being treated in this manner. But he answered civilly. "Yes, sir."
Warren didn't even look at him. "Say, do you know anything about farming?"
It was a stupid question to ask a country boy, but Warren blundered on. "I want someone to cut that damned field over there. The grass is so high it looks like a jungle."
"It's hay." Andy spoke softly but Vivian caught the meaningful correction.
"Whatever the devil it is, it looks like hell. Can you do something about it?"
Andy nodded. "My brother and I can cut and bale it for you."
"Good."
"It should have another week or so growing time."
Warren shrugged. "Sure. Get the inside work done first, then get at it. One more thing. Anybody around here who can cook and do housework?"
Vivian frowned. Why did he want to know that? She resented the offhanded manner in which she always found out about things, but she knew there was nothing she could do about it. She would not make a scene in front of the boy.
Andy took a little time to answer. "Depends. Lot of farm women would do it in winter, but they're too busy at home now. You might get a girl, maybe."
"Know one?"
Andy nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. My sister might do it. Or I know a couple of girls over on Lake Ida."
Warren waved his hands impatiently. "Ask your sister. It would only be for one week. I can let her know for sure later today." As an afterthought, he asked, "How old is she?"
"Sixteen."
Warren didn't look too happy about that, but he didn't pursue the point. "Tell her to come over and see me later on. And you come back and get at that work upstairs."
"Yes, sir." Andy glanced at Vivian. "Thank you, ma'am. See you." He left and Vivian saw him pass the window and head for the lake.
She was thoroughly angry with her husband. She whirled to face him. "What the hell was that all about?"
Warren dropped his brief case on the chair. "Christ, what a morning!"
"Are you going to tell me about the cook? Am I going to get out of this lousy burg and go back to the city?" Her anger blotted out all logical thought. She would not admit it even to herself, but the real cause of it was the interruption of the kiss she'd been sharing with Andy when he drove up. Anger was the only way she could get rid of the hot burning pain between her legs.
"Don't ride me, baby. What the hell is the matter with you?" He took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He blew out the smoke in thin angry spurts.
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all! You dash out of here at dawn hot for some big deal, then come barging back a few hours later snapping off orders like King Tut. Not a damn word to me, not even hello!" She turned and strode into the living room and dropped into the big chair.
Warren stood in the doorway. "Hell, I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean anything. I have a lot on my mind and I wanted to find out about these things before the kid left. For Christ sake, no one around here even has a goddamn phone so you can call them! If I didn't ask him now, I'd have to run all over the damned countryside looking for him or for someone else to do the work." He puffed on the cigarette and set up a screen of smoke.
She clamped her lips together and didn't answer.
"Look, I said I'm sorry. Let's drop it at that. There's no big deal. I just got a brilliant idea in town. Sam Dowling told me there's a cottage for rent down the end of this road. If I can get Conners to stay there for a week, sort of a get-acquainted with the locale bit, I'll be in solid. It'll cost me a few bucks to rent the joint and have someone do the work for him, but it may pay off big dividends." He grinned like his old self, and Vivian forgot her anger. "Baby, I think this one is going to put us on easy street."
"What makes you think Conners will want to stay?"
He shrugged. "He said he was taking a week off to relax and enjoy the sun. I got the idea he was planning to go further upstate, but I think I can convince him to stay here. Especially when it won't cost him a dime." He grinned. "We can make sure he has a good time. He may build two factories by the time I finish with him."
It sounded good, but so many of Warren's plans did. Vivian wasn't so sure it would work, but she said nothing.
"Come on, baby, rustle up some lunch. Conners will be here in about an hour and we want to be ready for him."
She fixed the cold salads and set the table. They ate quickly and almost in silence. Warren had once more retreated to his own thoughts and she didn't care to rehash his deal. It was easier to look out the window at the hazy sun-drenched field laden with dust. To her, it was not ugly as it was to Warren. She rather liked the high still grain standing dusty in the hot glare. It was an invitation to hide, to run through it and bury herself in its sheltering stalks.
She had the dishes done when she heard the car. Warren sprinted for the door to welcome his client. She dried her hands and hung up the towel, listening to the low murmur of greetings and welcome outside. Finally, she went to the door and stepped out onto the small porch.
The man talking to Warren was tall and dark, ruggedly handsome, with a streak of gray rising from his sharp widow's peak. He wore large sunglasses that covered his eyes, but she knew they too would be dark. She was surprised at his looks, somehow not expecting any business contact of Warren's to be so attractive.
She caught a glimpse of motion and looked toward the corner of the house. Her breath hissed in her throat. A young boy, with long dark hair that curled over his shirt collar, stood gazing at the lake. He was slim, narrow-hipped, and his tiny ass stretched hard against the white jeans he wore. The jeans were incredibly tight, like a second skin over his buttocks and legs. The smooth line of his thighs drew her attention as he turned back to the two men. Even in the brilliant glare of afternoon sun, she could make out the long full bulge of his sex organs. She moistened her lips with a suddenly dry tongue.
When he walked, the hump between his legs stayed tight in place pressed by the cloth. As he neared, she saw that he was much younger than she had first thought, not more than twelve, she was sure. His face still had that boyish softness that had not begun to angle into manhood. But his body was another story. His body was in its spurt of growth forming the physique that would accompany him through his life. His shoulders were widening, his hips narrowing. Most of all, his testes had already made their descent into the sacs behind his penis! She traced the line of the bulge with her eyes and imagined what the budding sex organs would look like if she could see beneath the white cloth. White for clean innocent virgin. The thought excited her and she thought again of the delight she had found with Andy this morning.
"There you Eire," Warren called jovially. "Come on and meet Quent Conners and his son."
She pulled her mind back to the moment of reality. Slowly, with shaky legs, she descended the few steps and crossed the grass to the drive. She smiled at the newcomers.
"Darling, this is Quent Conners and his boy Clint. My wife, Vivian." Warren made the introductions quickly.
The tall dark man smiled and held out his hand. "Very pleased to meet you, Mrs. Harrow."
"Call her Vivian, please." Warren was being overly friendly, but the man's dark eyes behind the glasses seemed to linger a fraction of a second on the skimpy blue halter Viv still wore.
"Vivian. My son." He turned and the boy held out his hand dutifully.
"How do you do, Mrs. Harrow." His smile showed white, straight teeth and the tip of a very pink tongue.
"Hello, Clint. So nice to have you. Both of you. Would you like to go inside, out of the sun?"
"Sure, let's go in and I'll fix us all a cool drink. You must be tired after that long drive." Warren was moving toward the house and Conners fell in step with him.
Vivian paused and waited for the boy. She walked beside him then held back to let him climb the steps ahead of her. She watched the smooth round ass wiggle as he went up and her throat constricted. She forced her mind away, but it came back to the delightful idea of stripping the clothes from his young body, touching the delightful warm skin she would find under it, seeing....
"Viv, get out the ice." Warren's voice brought her back to reality with a guilty start.
She moved to the refrigerator and yanked the tray from the freezer. At the sink, she pried the cubes loose and began to drop them into the glasses Warren had already placed on the counter. He was uncapping the bottle of bourbon.
He fixed three highballs then opened a Coke for the kid. Vivian set the glasses on a tray with small cardboard coasters and carried it to the other room. She set it on the coffee table and waited until the others had taken seats before she chose one opposite the boy. She smiled as his glance met hers.
"Wait until you see this land. I tell you, Quent, it's a steal at the price. And I have a surprise."
Quent's eyebrows raised in question.
Warren swallowed some of the cold bourbon and water. "I want you to stay here instead of driving north. I have a place lined up for you. Actually, we'd love to have you stay here, but the upstairs isn't finished yet. These old farmhouses are really run down in this section of the county and we've got a lot of work to do on this place. But," he raised his glass in a toast-like gesture, "I found a place at the end of the road, same lake. I took the liberty of getting the key so I can show it to you. You'll be my guest, of course." He sounded magnanimous. "I may even have a girl lined up to cook and clean for you so it'll be a real vacation. That way, you can take your time looking over the factory site and get to meet some of the local people. I think you'll like it around here."
Quentin Conners studied Warren's face for what seemed like a long time. Finally he raised his glass and drank half of the highball. "Okay, if it's half as good as you've built it up, I'll like it." He glanced at the boy who was drinking his Coke and looking out the picture window that faced the lake. "Would you like to stay at a cabin here, Clint?"
The boy turned, his eyes thoughtful. "Sure, Dad. Whatever you say." He looked at Warren. "Is the fishing good here?"
"The best. Guys pull twenty pound Northerns out of here all the time, I hear."
Vivian couldn't help wondering where he'd picked up that bit of information.
The boy's eyes shone. "Great, that's what I want to do! Twenty pounds, gosh!"
"And the swimming is great too," Warren added quickly. "You swim?"
The boy looked a little embarrassed. "A little. I don't get much chance to practice in the city."
"Well, you sure can here. Vivian's a great swimmer. Maybe she can give you a few pointers."
The boy looked at her and she smiled. "I'd love to. Anytime." The thought of his half-naked body in the water near her set up a new reaction in her nerves. She glimpsed a memory of Johnny, and the creek, the hot rock on her naked back, and the hot cock thrusts of her first lover. She brushed it aside quickly and guiltily. She worked on her drink to avoid looking at the boy. She couldn't entertain thoughts like this! She had to stop this carnal wandering that would lead her to trouble. This was Warren's business client and his small son!!! She had to stay away from the boy, leave him alone. She'd mess up everything and Warren would kill her-if she didn't die of shame first!
"Let's go look at the cabin," Warren said, getting to his feet.
The others followed suit and Vivian glanced at him. Was she included in the invitation? Warren turned and slipped his arm around her waist like a loving husband. "Come on, hon, you should see the place too. Maybe you can tell the girl what has to be done when she comes over."
In the car, she sat in back with the boy. He seemed not to notice her presence, staring out the window as they went slowly down the bumpy gravel road.
But she was certainly aware of his. Only too well.
CHAPTER FIVE
The small cabin was pleasant and cool under a stand of pines. It was secluded from the road and other cabins and the shoreline was pleasantly sloped with a good sand beach and a rowboat pulled up on the shore and tied to a tree. It didn't take long for Quentin Conners to make up his mind.
"Okay, Warren. I can't go wrong. This place is nice and I'd just as soon get out of driving a couple of hundred miles more."
"Great! We'll help you unload your gear and then we can go back to my place. We'll have another drink to celebrate. And if you're not too tired, I'll drive you into town and introduce you to a couple of people and let you get your first look at the property."
It didn't take long to unload the car of the suitcases and fishing gear. The boy ran around exploring the lot eagerly as the three adults finished the work.
"Hey, dad!" Clint came running. "There's a screened in house down there by the shore. Over on the other side of those trees. It would be a great place to sleep out! Can I?" His voice bubbled with enthusiasm and he seemed very young at the moment.
His father grinned. "Sure. It's plenty warm."
"Hey, man, that's great!" The boy's smile was wide.
"Come on now, we're done here."
"Drinks waiting. Bring your suit, Clint and you can swim off our dock this afternoon while your Dad and I go into town."
Back at the farmhouse, Vivian again helped fix drinks. The one to celebrate became a second one, then a third as they moved out under the big oak tree to sit in the shade. Finally, Quentin made the move.
"We'd better be on our way. I'd like to get back in time for a nice swim too."
And then, Vivian and the boy were alone. She sat very still under the shade tree and waited until the cloud of dust behind the car had settled on the road. She smiled at Clint.
"Why don't you run in and put your suit on and I'll give you that swimming lesson?"
He blushed slightly, awkward alone with her. She got to her feet and led the way to the house.
He closed the door of the bathroom behind him as he went in to change. Vivian left the bedroom door open when she entered. Without plan, she worked slowly to change her own things. Her mind kept drifting to the boy hidden behind the door just outside the bedroom.
She stepped out of the shorts and dropped the halter on the bed. Naked, she padded across the room and found her suit in the drawer where she'd placed it. She bent forward and stepped into the bikini bottom and then pulled it up slowly over her hips.
Still the door did not open.
She raised the bra and caught her heavy breasts in the scant cups that could barely contain them. She had just started to hook the back when she heard the tiny whisper of the hinges of the bathroom door. Making it look accidental, she let go of the elastic so the bra snapped across her tits and left them uncovered for a second. She dared not look up to see if he was watching. Then, very carefully but still slowly, she fastened the hooks in place and went to the closet for her beach robe.
But he had been watching. Clad in the striped blue and white trunks, Clint had opened the bathroom door. He was in a direct line of vision with the bedroom door across the small hall. She had forgotten to close it, and she stood there only half into the suit. The small triangle of yellow over her hips was the briefest bikini he'd ever seen. But what was above it was even more startling.
The woman's breasts sprang out of the cloth of the suit top as she tried to fasten it. Two big round melons of breasts hung like swaying pendulums. He stared, knowing he shouldn't, but fascinated by his first look at a real woman's body. Then she caught the cloth over them and he blushed with quick shame and guilt. He averted his eyes and went rapidly down the short hall and waited in the living room.
She came in a few minutes later. She smiled warmly at him. "All set?" She had slipped on a white terry cloth robe, but it hung open and he could still see the bits of yellow cloth and a lot of skin.
"Sure."
She led him out the front way, down the steps and the slope. On the dock, she dropped the robe and stretched her arms high above her head toward the sun. He stared at the breasts that threatened to spill out of the tight little suit top. The full roundness of their tops was exposed, almost to the peaks. He thought he saw a dark spot at the edge of the cloth where one of those big nipples began. He was sure he saw the hard lumps of the tips against the solid color of the cloth. He felt kind of funny and very awkward.
She seemed not to notice. She sat on the edge of the dock and dangled her feet in the water. "Mmmm, that feels cool. Sit down. We'll go in in a minute. I'm not much of a diver. I prefer to walk in and let myself get used to the coolness gradually. How about you?"
"Yeah. I mean, I don't know. I don't swim much."
She waited until he sat beside her. His skin was pale in contrast to hers, even though she hadn't much of a tan yet. "That's right, you told me that. I forgot." She smiled again.
He looked out over the blue water and for a few minutes, the only sound was the gentle slap of the ripples against the shore. He was glad they'd decided to stay here. He was beginning to like it.
"I know it's none of my business, Clint, but I was wondering about your mother. Why didn't she come along?"
He looked down at his knees and feet in the water. "She's dead."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."
"Oh, that's all right. It's been a long time now, four years. I was just a kid, but I remember her."
"Of course. I'm sure she was a fine woman."
He laughed, a soft hollow sound. He didn't look up. "She was drunk all the time. Dad said that's what killed her."
She was really embarrassed now. She had blundered into the private life of this child and opened an old wound. "I am sorry. Let's talk about something else. You. What do you like to do best?"
He shrugged, glanced at her, then looked out at the water again. "Anything. Fish, I guess. I've always wanted to go on a fishing trip. I sure hope I catch a big one."
Very much, Vivian hoped that Warren's fish story was true. She wanted the boy to catch a big one too. She laid her hand on his thigh. "You will, just wait and see."
He looked up at her again. "Yeah? Do you have a boat with a motor?"
She smiled and left her hand on his smooth, unprotesting flesh. "No, but I know someone who does. And he knows the lake real well, I'll have him take you out." She knew Andy would do this for her.
"Gee, that's great. Thanks, Mrs. Harrow."
"Let's swim." Vivian's gaze had gone to the pressed thighs and the protruding promise between them. Her mind began to consider things other than fishing and she felt the guilt flood through her again. She slid from the end of the dock into the delightfully cool water. It was a little past waist deep at that spot, and she stood letting her body accustom itself to the temperature before she ducked down and wet her torso and shoulders. She began to paddle, lying on her back. The water felt good, pleasant and refreshing. For a moment she forgot the hot sensation in her belly that had grown at the touch of her hand on the boy's leg. She had to be careful, very careful.
Every time she thought about what had happened this morning with Andy, she shivered, both with delight and with fear. If Warren-or anyone else-ever found out about it, she would be in trouble, bad trouble. Everything Warren was working so hard for would go right up in smoke, and she would be shamed out of the area. And now, this young boy was attracting her in the same way. She was honest enough to admit it to herself. She wanted him, wanted to unclothe this lovely young boy and expose the budding sex organs, touch them, handle his cock and balls, rim her finger around his asshole, stiffen his pure baby cock with gentle loving touches of her tongue.
She rolled over on her belly and began to stroke rapidly into deep water. She had to stop thinking this way. This morning had been one of those things, an uncontrollable urge due to her inner need that had been left unsatisfied by her husband. But she couldn't use that excuse now. Andy had delighted her, filled her completely. The joy of cumming at the end of his stabbing shaft of flesh had been totally satisfying. What was this now then? She refused to think about it and dived in a sharp angling of her body.
Under water, she swam in slow motion, looking at the thin wisps of plants floating past her on the bottom. She felt free, drifting and unfettered. Her body drifted with the rippling current.
She splashed to the surface and was surprised to see how far from the dock she was. She turned and started back. The boy was still on the dock, his forehead creased in a frown. When she was again in shallow water, he smiled.
"Gosh, you were underwater so long I got worried. You sure are a good swimmer." He did look relieved.
She brushed her wet hair from her face and leaned on the dock close to his legs. "You could swim like that if you practice. That's all it takes."
"Will you show me?"
"Sure, come on in."
She stepped in front of him to help him down. His legs were slightly apart, and again she saw the enticing bulge between his thighs. It was all she could do not to grab for it.
"It's not deep, just slide off."
He did and made a quick sound of surprise as the cool water chilled his body. She laughed. "Get yourself wet, you'll get used to it in a minute."
Clint splashed and finally submerged. His shivering stopped and he soon began to enjoy himself. They laughed and splashed for a while until they were at ease with each other. Then Vivian said, "Okay, swimming lesson time."
She stood next to him. "Show me what you can do."
Obediently, he began to swim in an unskilled dogpaddle. After a few moments, she called him back. "That's good. You know how to keep yourself up, and that's the important thing. Now all you have to do is learn the strokes. Here," she took his arm and pulled him close. They were in water to the boy's shoulders, and standing close to him, she lifted one of his arms while she pushed the other one down. "Keep your fingers together and your hands slightly cupped. This arm pulls back while the other one starts up."
He made the motions in the air until she was satisfied. "Okay, now your feet simply kick up and down in short bursts. Flutter kick. Don't bend the knees too much. Here, hold on to me and try the kicking."
She placed his hands on her glistening wet shoulders. For a second, their faces were only inches apart, and she had to fight back the desire to close the gap and cover his lovely water-flecked lips with hers. The feeling of his fingers on her flesh was electric, sending shivers through her body, renewing the heat in her belly. But he concentrated so on what he was doing he was unaware of the subtle change in her. His delicious pink tongue was caught between his teeth and his body drifted close to hers when he lifted his feet from the bottom. It was all she could do not to grab him and hug him close.
Then he began to move his feet and the buoyancy of his body lifted him away from her. His feet broke the surface and splashed up a storm.
She laughed. "You don't have to work so hard. Just keep them moving, they don't even have to come out of the water much."
He corrected the faults and within minutes he was kicking correctly. She was reluctant to let him go. She liked the cool clutching hands on her shoulders, enjoyed his quick smile only a breath away from her own.
"Do I have it?" He was so eager to try his new learning.
"Yes, perfectly. Now put the two together and you're all set." When he pulled his hands away, one brushed across the breast just under it and above the water level. He pulled back as though he'd been burned.
His first enthusiasm and natural fear had made him forget how close to her he was. But when his hand actually touched the dome of flesh that had intrigued him so when he viewed her half-naked body, he shivered with recalled guilt. All the time he was practicing the kicks, he'd been looking down into that deep dark valley between those hills. Her big breasts lay right on top of the water, and his mind kept seeing them uncovered as he had earlier and floating like buoys to mark a channel. The dirty thought had shocked him and he bit his tongue to force his mind from its new adventure.
Somehow he'd never ventured into this kind of thinking before. In school, he was pretty much a loner, somehow set apart by the fact that he was motherless. He knew his body was beginning to change, to grow with a sudden spurt. Sometimes he thought he felt different, but then everything went back to the way it always had been, and he was the same. His father had sat with him one night and haltingly explained the facts of life to him, but it had been very clinical and text-bookish. He'd already heard the same facts in school. But the facts seemed very far removed from the strange feelings he had each time he got close to this woman or when he had seen her naked breasts a little while ago. He knew his feelings had something to do with his body and sex, but he still didn't understand it.
He let go of her shoulders and determinedly set off with his new stroke. The first attempt failed and he began to sink. She caught him quickly and laughed.
"Take it easy, you've almost got it, but remember to keep those feet kicking. Here, I'll hold my hand under you until you're underway."
Her palm was on his belly. Even under the cool water, it felt very hot. He gasped for air and began to swim again. The hand moved slowly with him.
Vivian felt the hard rippling muscles of the flat belly under her hand. God! he was beautiful. She wanted him so bad she could taste it. Her tongue rolled in her mouth as she imagined what his pure innocent little cock would taste like as it came to life.
Suddenly, he was gliding off her hand. He'd synchronized his movements and he was swimming in a smooth crawl. There was no reason to hold him any longer. She kept her hand under his body so he had to swim over it, and for one brief heavenly second, his lovely young crotch moved across her palm. She licked her lips.
She swam lazily beside him, watching his progress and enjoying the pleasure of accomplishment on his face. He was headed for deep water, over his head but not hers. She said nothing. He would tire soon and then she would have to help him back or let him rest by clinging to her. She smiled.
He persevered longer than she expected. When he finally began looking in her direction, she saw his fatigue. "Better rest a little." She put her feet down experimentally and discovered she could barely touch bottom. The water came to her chin.
"Here, hang on, it's a little too deep for you."
He looked scared for a minute but he was too tired to argue. He grabbed her shoulders and she put her arm around his waist and held him close to her. He was out of breath, panting.
"That was good, you really learned fast. Now all it takes is practice. In one week, you'll be surprised at how good you can get."
He smiled between tortured breaths. "Yeah?"
"Uh-uh. You practice every day and you build up your wind. Then you can swim longer periods of time. After a while you can start putting your face in the water and gain speed, or learn other strokes too." His hip was against her belly, hard and nice. She wanted to turn his young body, force it against her burning need, feel the hard thickening of his penis at her cunt. Her fingers seemed to burn into his flesh just above the swimsuit, and the delight of his arm at her shoulder and neck was pure joy. She shivered slightly and tried to remind herself that it couldn't be. She had to be careful, leave him alone. The risk was too great. Very cautiously, she moved her hands under the surface of the water, sliding one along his leg and the other across his curved rump.
Clint clung to the woman in desperation. He was so tired he knew he'd never get back to the dock alone. He was out of condition, not used to the exertion of swimming so much. But there was something odd about the way she wanted to hold him. It scared him, not in a frightening way like the dark used to when he was a kid, but in an exciting way like leaning over the ledge of the balcony of their apartment and peering into the canyon of the street below. Her hands moved, so lightly that he wasn't sure he really felt them. They went over his leg and bottom, and he was surprised by the shiver that ran through him. He tried to turn and his legs parted, drifting in the water. Her hand went between them and pressed lightly on his sex organs. He didn't dare look at her. Something happened inside him, the excitement stirred and became violent. Making it look accidental, he forced his legs back together and for a few seconds clamped the hand to his body. Then he quickly let go and dropped his hand from her neck and began to swim toward shore in a flurry of confusion.
Vivian smiled and watched him move clumsily through the water. After a few moments, she began to swim after him.
CHAPTER SIX
Andy LaRue stood at the comer of the house, watching the woman and the boy in the water. His first wonder gave way to anger as he realized that it was Mrs. Marrow and some stupid kid he'd never seen before. What the hell were they doing out there? She was hanging on to him but her hands were hidden under the surface and were probably right on the kid's dingus! He felt his own belly cramp and he realized he was jealous! Yesterday this woman was a stranger, some new city summer folk on the lake. But after this morning, he felt very different about her.
He had said nothing to anyone about the session in the bedroom, still embarrassed but flushing with pleasure at the memory. He remembered too well how her touch had excited him the second time, and at the horror of the arrival of her husband, how cruelly his loins ached and his knees trembled.
He felt almost the same way now. And there was no intruder to view his shame. He was the intruder, standing here spying on her. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't pull himself away. He wanted to see what they would do next. Would they fuck in the water? Was such a thing possible? Or would she lay him on the dock? Or bring him here to the house, on the same bed where she'd taken him this morning?
He felt the hard pain as his prick stiffened under his jeans. Christ, maybe she was a whore. Maybe she'd take anyone! Right now, it wouldn't have made much difference. He knew she could take him again any time she wanted him.
They started for shore. Andy watched the kid's clumsy swimming and the smooth even way Vivian moved through the water. He conjured up a picture of her naked tits bobbing and floating under the surface as she swam, her gorgeous ass and pussy unclothed in the cool lake. He was a little surprised when she climbed onto the dock and he saw she was fully clothed, or as much as she could be in the bikini she wore. God, she was really stacked. He'd bet her tits were a size forty. He remembered their beautiful red corrugated tips, and the hard pips on the ends. He pressed his legs together to try to strangle the hot hard-on he was getting.
Vivian looked up toward the house. He wasn't fast enough to duck out of sight and he knew she'd seen him. She said something to the kid and he nodded. He stretched out in the sun and she started up the path toward the house. He watched her approach. The suit was something close up and he stared at the big breasts under the yellow cloth.
"Hello there, where'd you come from?" She smiled warmly at him and he forgot his anger.
"Home. Your husband said I should come back."
"That's right, I'd forgotten."
He just bet she had, otherwise she'd have been more careful about the kid. "You want to show me what has to be done?"
She noticed the coolness in his tone and knew he'd seen her brief pause with the boy in the water. She smiled to herself. He was jealous. The idea amused her.
"Come on," she invited. "I'll take you upstairs." A plan was already beginning to form in her mind, a solution to her immediate problem. Clint had said he'd sun a while. His father and Warren would be hours in town. She and Andy would be alone in the upstairs bedroom.
Dripping a trail of water behind her, she went up the steps and into the house by the front door. She could feel Andy's caressing glance on her rump and she wiggled it provocatively for him. She'd left the beach robe on the dock, and now she was glad. She crossed the living room and opened the door that led upstairs. She'd only been up here once, the day they looked at the house and decided to buy it. There were three bedrooms but they had been unused for a long time. The former tenant had stored junk here, but the front bedroom still contained an old iron-framed bed with a sagging mattress.
She pushed open the door of the room and stepped in. Behind her, Andy turned sideways so he could swing the tool box in with him. He almost bumped into her where she'd stopped dead in front of him. His arm below the white T-shirt brushed against the cold wet yellow cloth covering her breast. He looked down.
"Put down the tool box, Andy." Her voice was very soft.
He put it down. She touched his arm and moved him into the room so she could close the door behind him. Then she smiled at him. He felt the heat begin in his guts and spread through him.
"I've thought about you all day."
He nodded, unable to answer. Her hands went to his chest, rubbing across the thin cloth of the shirt, feeling for his nipples flat against his chest. Then the hands went down and caught the bottom of the shirt and brought it up. She slid the hands under it and rubbed his chest on the bare flesh. He began to tingle. He'd never known a man's nipples could be excited, but his were now. He felt like he was lifting weights, his muscles straining and bulging under the now-warm hands.
She pulled him to her. Her mouth was open, waiting. He came to it, hypnotized by the promise. Her tongue stabbed into his oral cavity, finding his and sending it urgent messages. She pressed her body to his length. For a second, the cool damp suit made him shake slightly, then he knew something else was causing it. His legs ached, with trailing fingers of fire tracing a path from his groin down them. His cock was getting hard, and she was pushing her cunt right on to it. His arms went around her and his hands found the snaps at the back of the tiny bra and managed to open them. He felt the damp flesh and rubbed his hands over it in long sweeping glides. She quivered against his chest then turned her shoulders so his hand could move to the breast. He grabbed it eagerly, squeezing the heavy full ball and then searching for the tip that he knew would grow hard in his hand. He found it and poked at the soft uneven skin until the tiny bud swelled and talked back to his finger.
She let go of his tongue and mouth, moving back to look up at him. Then she stepped back and pulled him with her toward the bed with its bare striped mattress. They stood at the edge a moment and she smiled. The yellow bra dangled from her arms and she slipped it off and tossed it over the metal frame of the bed.
"Take off the bottom for me, darling."
He moistened his very dry lips and took the scrap of cloth in his hands and began to pull it down. The heavenly sight of the golden-haired crotch almost made him shoot his load right in his pants. He managed to fight it back and got the suit off her, kneeling on the floor right in front of her to lift her feet out of the yellow pool. He stared at the golden wonder. Her hands went to the sides of his head and very slowly she drew him to her belly. His eyes widened as he got closer to the tangled hair. Through it he saw the white flesh, soft and enticing. She pressed his face into it.
His nose and mouth buried themselves in the ripe wheat of her crotch. It was warm and smelled sexy. She moved back and fell across the bed, spreading her legs wide and still holding his face to her crotch. Only now she pushed his head down until it was between her slim, smooth thighs.
"Taste it, darling. Put your tongue in there, between the folds. Eat my pussy."
Jeez! His mouth was right on the cunt! She released her hold on him enough so he could look at the beautiful treasure she was giving him. He pulled the heavy folds apart and saw the glistening wetness that was not from the lake. The ruby red folds were thick and slimy, hot and hungry. He pressed his face toward them, still spreading them with his hands. His tongue touched the seeping soothing moisture and a Shockwave went through him. She was sweet and lovely, like honey fresh from the combs. He nuzzled into the hole and began to suck up every drop he could find.
She clamped the thighs to his head and released her hands. "Ooo, mmmmmm, yes, darling, suck it! Drink it all up! Make me hot!!"
Christ, she was already so hot she was crazy. She could hardly lie still under the quick probes of the virgin tongue. He caught her fire and ate her hungrily and greedily. She bounced her hips as the fire in her uterus began to go wild. "Mmmmm, yyyeeesss!!! OOOOOooooo!" She rose to an orgasm and shuddered in the ecstasy of it. His tongue was thrilling her, and his hot hands on her legs were burning holes into her flesh'. The desire that had started this morning, having been fed by her vague encounter with the other boy in the lake, was now consummated. Her breasts heaved as she gulped air into her burning lungs and tried to stay the shivering ripples in her belly.
Andy sensed that something had happened to her. But he knew too that she had more coming for him. His prick was hard against the rough denim of his jeans. He wore no underwear and now the growing tool began to struggle against the tight cloth. He felt the wetness of the denim spread.
With very slow deliberate movements, she lifted his head from its feast. "AAaaawwww!" The protest was real. He licked the heavy traces of her body fluid from his lips.
"Mmm, stand up."
As soon as he was on his feet, she went to work on the snaps and zipper of the jeans. All the while, she worked with one hand so the other could cup the hard roll of flesh pushing from his loins. She skinned the pants down and both hands went immediately to the naked flesh between his legs. He stepped out of the jeans and kicked off his tennis shoes in one motion. She already had his cock in her fist, his balls in the other. Her eyes glistened as she watched her hand move back and forth on his long young dick.
"It's so beautiful, so wonderful."
"Ooo, that's something!" He felt his hot excitement begin to bubble.
She leaned forward and kissed the tip of the cock, rubbing it gently at first, then harder, across her lips. Then her mouth opened and she did the same thing with it on her tongue. He damned near exploded.
"Hey", man, God! Shit, I'm getting hot, I think I'm gonna cum!" His whole body quivered and he felt like he would fall over. She didn't pay any attention to his warning. Instead her tongue and lips began to work him even harder, building the fire in his guts and throwing gasoline on it! He didn't know what the hell he was supposed to do. Then he didn't have to worry about it any more. His body answered the insistent sucking, prying mouth. She pushed her mouth over the cock and buried it far in her throat. The talented tongue cradled it, digging at the foreskin that was stretched almost taut by the pressure inside.
His guts rumbled and the volcano erupted. His cum shot out, right down that sweet sucking mouth. He grabbed her head and held her against the blowing organ, not wanting to let any of the delight escape, not wanting her to stop her loving lapping! He'd cum-right in her mouth! It had been even better than his first cum this morning! The surprise of having her take it this way had delighted him, shaken him, filled him with pride and pleasure. He gasped for air and felt like he would fall over.
Her arms were around his legs, embracing him and hugging him tight. Finally, she backed off, took the prick in her hand so she could hold it up while she licked away the last drops of his semen. He watched her, the red tongue flicking out to capture the tiny spots of white. There were bits of foam at the corners of her mouth and she licked them up too. He realized with a start that he had wanted to cum in her hot mouth ever since she sucked him this morning and started the first fires of passion in him. He grinned at her when she looked up.
"That was very good." She licked her lips again. He widened the grin. "Hell, it was better than good!"
"You liked being sucked off?"
He enjoyed the way she spoke so casually about what they'd done. He was learning a hell of a lot in one day! "Yeah, it was great."
"Lie on the bed with me."
He moved next to her, wondering what would happen next but knowing instinctively that he wouldn't be sorry.
She pressed the length of her nudity to his body, her tits hard on his chest, her cunt hot against his cock. She rubbed on him like a cat. "You can get excited again. We both can."
He nodded, knowing it was true.
"Sex play excites a man or a woman and makes them want more of each other. Shall I show you?"
He nodded. He was a very willing pupil. She smiled. "All right. Roll over and get up on your knees."
He did.
She scooted around so she was behind him. "Move your legs apart." He did.
Between his spread thighs, he watched her approach. Her hands went to the dangling limp cock and the two heavy sacs that hung behind them. She massaged all of his private parts with tender strokes. But that wasn't all. She lifted her head and began kissing his smelly ass! Then he felt her hot tongue lick it, along the firm mounds, down into the sweaty crack, and finally onto the tight muscle of his asshole. He remembered how surprised he'd been this morning when she touched it with her finger. Now her loving, licking tongue was eating on it! And all the time her hands never stopped their wonderful work on his sex equipment. Her prediction came true. He was getting hot all over again. Christ Almighty! Surely she couldn't make him cum by licking his asshole! That would be too much!
Vivian clung to the smooth ass and ate the flavor with her tongue. She -rimmed it across the tight muscle, tried to force it into the sphincter. The boy quivered under her probes. Her hands were cupping his marvelous hairless balls, so soft outside and such hard nuts inside. She squeezed them lightly and he shivered anew.
She forgot about the kid on the dock. She forgot about her husband and the boy's father in the nearby town. She forgot about everything but the hot lust for this young body. She crammed her tongue and forced it into the puckered asshole. Andy groaned and she felt the new stir of his sex organs. And of her own.
When she finally stopped, she looked at him between his own legs and past his growing sex organs. He was speechless with delight and wonder at what would come next. "Lie down again," she whispered hoarsely.
He fell over onto the bed. She moved her legs near his head. Propped on one elbow, she smiled. "Now we can try something else. Are you game?"
He nodded. Anything she did was fine with him. Matter of fact, the more she did the better. He was eager to learn anything she wanted to teach him.
"This is just for play. I want to get you nice and hot while you do the same for me. Then," she paused and her eyes became dark pools of mystery, "then I want you to fuck me again with that big, wonderful sword of yours. Okay?"
He nodded and licked his lips. His cock was already filling with need and heat. He thought about the bull in the pasture in the early spring and how he chased the cow and jumped her, digging that long red pulpy fucker into her!
"This is sometimes called the 69 position."
He forgot his daydream and looked at her. "Yeah?"
"Mmmm-hum. We curl up together like a 6 and a 9. Your head is at my cunt and I curl the opposite way and my head goes to your prick. We both eat at the same time."
It sounded wonderful and he didn't need any more instructions. Open-mouthed, he pressed his face back into the beautiful hot crotch. She was all wet and sticky from where she'd been dripping. Her tongue and hand play had gotten her ready for him. He drank up the love juice.
Her hot hugging mouth was already around his penis, swallowing it and pulling back in quick thrusts. He could feel her hot breath on his balls, and it was like blisters from too much sun. After a few moments, both bodies began to rock in the rhythm of their lust. Both bodies began to burn and cramp in desire. Yet they prolonged their mutual agony with the hot mouths that could not drink their fill. They twisted together, turning and pressing hot tits to each other's skin, rubbing exposed flesh to exposed flesh, savoring the promise of what was to come.
Vivian was on fire. She couldn't wait. Quickly, she released the prick and dragged the boy up. "I need it now." Her face was twisted in pain. "Put it in me! Fuck me!!"
He was ready too. With the expert ease of his second experience, he climbed on her and sent the hard hot column of his boyish flesh up between her legs. It found the hole on the first try and entered her slippery vagina. He sighed with blessed relief as her wet love juice bathed him and hugged him tight.
Her arms went around him, holding him lightly but not preventing his fucking motions or hampering them in any way. She helped him by pushing back and forth lightly, raising her hips to meet each plunge. The room was quiet except for the wet smacking sounds that came from their fused bodies and the strange hard sounds of their breathing.
Then they both felt it at the same time. White heat rising in their bellies detonated their mutual orgasms. His ejaculation shot forth, her secretions spurted. The hot lava of their mutual climax spilled over both of them, sending them into orbit.
Air hissed between Vivian's teeth. "Ooooooohhhhh!!!!!! OOOOOO!!!!!" It was a groan of pleasure and fulfillment. Her body threw itself into the orgasm and she rode the crest of the wave and clung to it. The sweet young hard prick pounded its boyish load into her. It was a long time before they were still.
Downstairs at the door in the living room, the girl stood very still and listened to the noises coming from somewhere upstairs. She had walked in when no one answered her knock and, before she could call out, she'd heard the sounds. She started to turn away and leave, but the noises held her. She'd heard them before, knew what they came from.
Many times, she'd lain awake in her bed at home and listened to these same sounds coming from her parent's room! As she grew older, they created strange sensations in her growing body. She soon recognized them as the sounds of intercourse and no longer tried to blot them out. Instead, she listened eagerly and enjoyed the action vicariously. Her own growing body strained to find some kind of satisfaction from them.
Now she felt the tight flesh of her breasts under her blouse. She felt the warmth between her legs turn to wetness. She stood very quiet and listened, wondering who was screwing up there.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Vivian came downstairs, still flushed with pleasure and tingling with fulfillment, she heard the rapping at the kitchen door. With a quick glance at the yellow bikini she had donned again, she went to see who it was.
The girl looked vaguely familiar. Her long blonde hair hung straight past her shoulders, framing her face in its perfect oval. Her blue eyes were clear and deep set, challenging.
"Mrs. Harrow? I'm Patty LaRue, Andy's sister. He said Mr. Harrow wanted to see me this afternoon." The blue eyes held Vivian's gaze steadily. "About a job."
For a moment, Vivian was thrown into confusion by the realization that this was Andy's sister. No wonder she looked familiar! Viv had just spent an excruciatingly delightful half hour with the boy whose eyes were so like hers!
"Come in," Viv said, opening the door for her. She studied the girl as she moved past her. She was not as tall as her brother but had the same solid bone structure and features. The girl was older, more developed. Already, her tits were heavy behind the knit shirt she wore with the blue denim shorts. Her rump wiggled provocatively with each step, as though she was aware of the ripeness of her body and wanted to display it. Amused, Vivian watched the girl look around the farm house.
"You've fixed it up nice," she said. Her smile was almost warm but held a hint of doubt.
"We're still working on it. My husband had a few things done before we moved in, but there's a lot left to do." She didn't know why she was explaining it to this child, except maybe that she enjoyed watching the girl's face and the quick, darting blue eyes. It was as if the girl held some secret that she was not yet ready to share with the world. From upstairs, the sound of hammering began. Viv looked toward the stairs. "Your brother is upstairs doing some of it now."
Oh-ho-ho!! thought Patty. Andy was upstairs! Andy was up there and this woman had just come down! Her own little brother was the one who'd been grunting and groaning with delight while he and this woman fucked! She forced the quick smile from her face and stored the knowledge for future use. Andy! Little Andy whom she'd brushed aside as a kid. Andy had become a man. Her belly tightened at the remembered sounds of pleasure and her second-hand enjoyment.
"Is Mr. Harrow home?" Patty asked.
The other woman shook her head. "No, he's still in town with Mr. Conners. Mr. Conners and his son are going to stay at that little red cabin at the end of the road. Do you know which one I mean?"
The girl nodded. J
"Warren, my husband, wondered if you'd clean the place up and then help out for the week. Cook, things like that."
The girl stared without answering right away. She was weighing her answer. "How old is the kid? I mean do I have to take care of him?"
Vivian felt angry at the question but didn't show it. "No, he's about twelve. He can take care of himself. You'd just have to do supper probably. You could probably work a couple of hours in the morning and then again late in the afternoon. I really don't know exactly what they'll want." She was angry now. The girl's independence irked her. There was no politeness in her tone, yet she hadn't been rude, either. Vivian wasn't sure what caused her feelings about the girl. Guilt maybe? Guilt at the memory of the boy upstairs and how very much attracted to him she was? Or guilt at the thought of the boy on the dock who also attracted her. It was almost as if this girl somehow instinctively knew these womanly things.
"You can hang around and wait for my husband to come back if you want, I don't care!" She started to turn away and then realized she was acting childish. "If you can make up your mind, and you want the job, you can go down there now and start cleaning the place up. It's a mess, dust all over. It's been closed for a long time."
There was a few seconds of heavy silence between them. Then the girl smiled. "Sure, I'll take the job. Is the house open or do you have a key?"
"I have a key." Viv turned to the cupboard where Warren had put the key and got it for the girl. "I don't feel like walking all the way down there in this heat. Or do you have a car?"
The girl shook her head. The strange smile was still on her lips, and again it irritated Vivian.
"Well, if you're sure you know the cabin?"
"The Saunders place. It's the only one that rents on the lake."
"Oh."
"What do you want me to start on?"
"Clean the place up. I think Mr. Connors and the boy will have dinner here with us tonight. They'll be back soon and we can probably let you know for sure before you leave. Everything you'll need to clean the place is there, I looked earlier when we went down."
"Okay." Patty tossed the key lightly in her palm and turned to leave. "Tell my brother I'll bike home with him if he's still around by the time I get done." Her eyes glinted like cold steel. Then she turned and was gone.
Vivian watched her cross the grass and pick up her bike from the drive. She saw Andy's bike then too, for the first time. It had never occurred to her to question how the boy had gotten here this time. She'd been too busy with other thoughts....
She listened to the pounding and whistling coming from upstairs. She was tempted to go back up, but she knew it would be too risky. They'd already had a close call with Andy's sister. Neither of them had heard her arrival and only the fact that she waited outside had saved them from discovery. She had to be more careful.
Besides, there was Clint Conners who was still sunning on the dock. She had forgotten all about him in her pleasurable pause with Andy. Now she'd better get back to him.
But first she had to change this suit and clean up. She felt sticky and damp between the legs where Andy's cum had trickled onto the bottom of the suit. There was no bath upstairs, a lack that would some day have to be corrected if they were to stay at the house any length of time. Now she fled to the downstairs bath and stripped the sticky suit from her body and stepped under the shower. A few minutes later she emerged and patted herself dry with a towel.
Holding the towel around her nude body, she walked out and crossed the hall to the bedroom. She dropped the oblong cloth and crossed to her dresser to find clean shorts and top. She picked up and discarded several outfits before she settled on the pale green knit top and matching shorts. Reluctantly she found a bra and a thin pair of nylon briefs. As she closed the drawer, she glanced into the mirror over the dresser.
Standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and staring, was Clint Conners. For a moment, their gazes locked and held. Vivian felt the quick pull of her belly muscles and the tightening of her breasts under the childish stare. The boy's face flushed crimson with confusion and shame and he tried to speak. "I-I-"
Vivian dropped the clothes on the dresser and crossed the room toward him. His face turned a darker crimson but he couldn't stop staring at her bobbing tits as she came closer. His eyes were bright and eager.
"I-I'm-sorry," he stammered. Then in a sudden rush of words, he said, "I didn't mean to-I mean I'm sorry I-"
"It's all right, dear. I know you didn't mean to spy on me." Her voice was very soft and gentle. She stopped in front of him. "I didn't mean to be gone so long."
Her big boobs were right in front of his face and he swallowed hard. It felt like his throat was full of sand. Then she put her arm around him and pulled his head right to her breast! His face burned with shame against the hot hard nipple. If he opened his mouth, he could have sucked on it! He closed his eyes.
She patted his head gently. "It's all right, dear. Why don't you sit down and I'll finish dressing and then we can fix some cold lemonade?" She smiled down at him. Once more, she pressed his delightful young face to her breast and enjoyed his hot breath across her naked flesh. Then, very gently, she let go of him and returned to pick up her clothes.
He couldn't move. His entire body quivered with strange wild feelings that he didn't understand. But she wasn't angry, not at all. His snooping and spying had not brought him the trouble he expected. He was ashamed but not with guilt at being caught. She had shown him that it was all right. His shame was something different, something his young mind didn't understand. He had liked being held so close to her warm flesh. It had excited him, pleased him, made him feel secure and warm. Yet there was something else....
He studied her beautiful body now as she bent to pull on the underpants. They were a thin pale green cloth, and even when she had pulled them all the way onto her wide hips, they barely concealed her triangle of hair. His glance moved up to the lovely breasts. They were so big and they hung and swung like big balloons every time she bent forward. Then she was trying to trap them in the bra, struggling with her arms behind her back while the heavy mounds of flesh surged against the cloth. Even the bra was sheer nylon, and the large dark tips of the cones clearly showed through. The green cloth was only a shadow on her ripe flesh.
To his surprise, Clint realized that his heart was pounding in his chest. The strange sensation that he'd been aware of earlier was now hard and hot in his insides. And he didn't know how to cope with it. So he stood still and watched the sensuous, beautiful woman finish dressing.
She smiled at him when she had pulled the shorts and top in place. From somewhere upstairs, the pounding blows of a hammer echoed. It seemed to give her reassurance and strength. Andy was safe upstairs and had not seen her display for these eager young eyes. She had kept one eye on the window to the yard and no car had appeared. She was safe from Warren and this child's father. And even the strange girl had departed down the road, and she had not been any threat. Vivian was exhilarated. She had held the boy, cradled him to her naked flesh, enticed his young mind and body. And he had not fled. Soon, very soon, she knew she would be able to taste the wonders of his still unrevealed pure young manhood. Her mouth watered at the thought. But she had to be careful, very careful.
Abruptly, she brought her mind back from its delightful dreams. She had to stop this! If she wasn't careful, she'd be caught. It would be horrible enough to have Warren know, but the boy's father was the real threat! She barely knew the man, and he might be capable of legal action, not to mention the trouble he would cause for Warren in his job.
She forced a smile. "Let's go make that lemonade. Your dad and Mr. Harrow should be back soon."
In the kitchen she busied herself at the refrigerator and sink while the boy tried to help. Each time her arm brushed against his, she felt the tingle of excitement and danger. It would be a challenge to find a way to get this boy's cherry without letting anyone know, without frightening him so that he told afterward.
She held out the pitcher so he could dump the tray of ice cubes into it. Then she got a long spoon and began to stir the mixture briskly. The spoon and ice clinked against the glass and the tiny sounds were the only break in the silence of the hot afternoon. It was several minutes before Vivian realized that the hammering upstairs had ceased. She glanced toward the door and stairs. After she had poured three tall glasses of the cold lemonade, she went to the door and called.
"Andy? How about some cold lemonade. You must be hot by now." She smiled to herself at the double meaning of her words that would go right over the heads of the two boys.
"Okay, be right down."
Clint looked surprised but said nothing. He hadn't really stopped to think that the sounds from upstairs actually meant someone was there. Suppose-suppose the guy had walked down while he-she-? His face reddened and he began to shake.
"Are you cold? Maybe you should get out of that suit. Is it still damp?"
"No, ma'am." He tried to smile. "It dried all the way while I laid in the sun."
She smiled. The door pushed open and a tall slender boy in jeans and a T-shirt came from the stairs. He looked sweaty and dirty.
"Hi, Andy." Vivian smiled and greeted him.
"This is Clint Conners. He and his dad are going to stay down the road for a week or so." She handed each of them a glass of lemonade. "Why don't we go outside and sit under the tree and relax a few minutes?"
"I really should get back to work, ma'am," Andy said uncertainly.
"Nonsense, you need a little break. You can go back in a few minutes." She wanted to have both of them there, where she could see their lovely bodies and imagine all sorts of lovely things. "Go on out, I'll be there in a second."
The two boys walked outside and Vivian detoured past the cupboard where Warren kept the liquor. She took down the bottle of vodka and poured a liberal amount into her lemonade. The three drinks she'd had earlier with Warren and Quentin Conners had left her glowing and loose, and she wanted to prolong the feeling. And the liquor helped erase the niggling guilt that tried to pry at her consciousness when she thought about the lovely young bodies, Andy whom she had known in fullness and Clint who was still a tempting virgin need. She lifted her glass and drank a long swallow of the lemoned-vodka and then refilled the glass with the clear booze. She capped the bottle and set it back on the shelf and closed the cupboard. With a smile on her face, she pushed open the screen door and went out to join the two boys in the yard.
CHAPTER EIGHT
By the time Warren and Quent returned from the trip to town, Vivian felt very good indeed. She had consumed three laced lemonades and was working on her fourth. Andy had resumed his labors in the upstairs bedroom and Clint had changed out of his swimsuit and walked down the road toward the cottage he and his father were to use for the week.
When the car pulled up in the yard, Vivian raised her head from the lounge chair and shielded her eyes. Then she struggled to her feet, weaving just a tiny bit but catching herself before either of the men was out of the car and might notice.
"Hi!" Her greeting was warm and welcoming. She smiled at Quent. "How do you like the town and property?"
He smiled back at her. "Very nice. Your husband has come up with something that has potential."
Warren hid his grin. He shot his wife a quick look, aware that she was slightly buzzed and wondering what she'd been doing while they were gone.
"Where's Clint?" Quentin asked, glancing toward the house.
"Oh, he and I had a swim and lots of sun. He decided to take a walk back toward the cabin and maybe get his fishing gear ready." She smiled at the man. "He really is a nice boy, Mr. Conners, you should be very proud of him."
"I am." There was real pride in the admission.
"He sure wants to go fishing."
"Did that girl show up?"
Vivian nodded. "I sent her down to clean the place up." She glanced at Conners. "I thought you'd want to have dinner here tonight, or maybe we can all go out someplace. There should be a nightclub around?" She looked at Warren.
He frowned. "Yeah, that's a good idea. I'm sure Viv doesn't feel like cooking on such a hot day. Why don't we? There's a place called Stanley's over on the highway. I hear they have great steaks."
"Sounds great," Conners admitted. "I think I'll go down and jcheck on Clint. Why don't I drive back, say seven o'clock?"
"Fine." Warren was still glowing from the success of his day. The afternoon had gone well, with Conners pleased with the property and already leaning toward the purchase. His scheme was paying off handsome dividends already! By the end of the week, he'd have the deal sewed up neatly, the money right in his hand.
He waved as Conners started his car and pulled out of the yard. Then he turned to Vivian. She had folded herself back into the lounge chair and was working on the glass of lemonade.
"What are you drinking, baby?"
She told him. He made a face. "Take it easy so you don't get bombed. Everything's going so damned good I don't want to louse things up."
"Go fix yourself one and relax, darling. I feel fine. And we still have plenty of time before dinner."
He went into the house and returned a few minutes later with a drink he hadn't bothered to disguise with lemonade. He sat in one of the lawn chairs and stretched his legs out in front of him.
"Jeez, everything went beautifully! Just beautifully! I knew Conners would dig that acreage. It's perfect for him!" He sipped at the cold drink. "How'd you and the kid get along?"
Vivian studied the bits of lemon pulp clinging to the sides of the glass. "Fine. He's a nice boy. He liked the swimming." She didn't dare look at Warren for fear some trace of her inner delight would show through.
"I hear that kid pounding upstairs. How's he doing?"
She shrugged. "I haven't gone up to check on him, but he seems to know what he's doing." Thanks to the drinks, she managed to say it without any trace of the shame that had haunted her earlier. Matter of fact, she felt secretly pleased to know that she could cover her scandalous activities with such ease. She could make statements that thrilled her with hidden meanings, and her own husband was none the wiser.
But Warren was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didn't notice anything amiss. He finished his drink and stood up.
"I'm going in to take a shower."
She sat in the warmth of the early evening. It must be after five, but she was in no rush to move. The hammering ceased and several minutes later, Andy LaRue emerged from the side door carrying his tool box. She smiled up at him.
He walked over to the lounge chair and looked down at her. The way she was laying back, her big tits stuck out like watermelons. He smiled.
"Finished?"
"No, but I gotta get home for dinner. I can come back tomorrow. It may take me a few days to get everything done."
She smiled up at him. "Good," she said in a very soft voice that held no danger of carrying to the house should Warren be listening. "I like having you around. I like you." She was slightly drunk and she knew it, but she couldn't stop herself. "Maybe we can slip off someplace and be alone. Would you like that?"
He felt his guts tighten. "Yeah."
She smiled wider. "You're a wonderful lover, Andy. I want to hold you in my arms and feel you; hard prick in me. Ooo, I can almost feel it just by talking about it." Her tongue flicked across her red lips.
Christ! Just listen to her talk! Andy grinned down at her with her big boobs tantalizing him. She talked about wanting him just like she talked about having a glass of lemonade! All she wanted was sex, but that was okay with him. She'd shown him things he'd never dreamed were possible, and he was an eager and willing pupil as long as she was the teacher.
"Me too," he whispered. And it was true. His cock was pulling against his jeans, stirring as she talked about it.
She looked at him, still smiling. Then she said, "Oh, I almost forgot, your sister said she'd ride home with you if you waited for her. She should be along soon."
He had forgotten all about Patty. Apparently she'd been here while he was upstairs. "Okay, I'll wait around a few minutes."
"Sit down. Why don't you leave that tool box on the porch? Silly to cart it all the way home and then back again tomorrow." She smiled. "Unless you need it, of course. Do you work for other people too?"
He stretched out on the grass not too far away but not too close either. He saw that her husband's car was back, so he must be in the house. He would have to keep his distance from this woman who seemed so bold and daring. "Well," he said, plucking a blade of grass and chewing it slowly. "I do, but this is the only job I have right now.
Usually it's easier to finish one then take on another."
That made her laugh softly and he wasn't sure he understood why. She seemed so relaxed. He felt awkward and ill at ease again. He wished Patty would get here.
They made small talk and he tried not to blush under her frank admiring and desiring looks. She sipped at her glass of lemonade slowly and each drink seemed to make her more relaxed. With sudden clarity in the alcoholic haze of her mind, Vivian knew that her frustration was gone. No longer did she bristle at the thought of her husband's work taking precedence over his loving her. No longer did her body scream for him in need. She was satisfied-still hungry but satisfied. She'd uncovered a new kind of lust in herself, one that she thoroughly enjoyed. It had come suddenly and violently, but she knew now that she would never ignore it again. Oh, she'd be careful, very careful. Teaching young boys the fancy arts of fucking could easily get her in all kinds of trouble if she weren't. But she'd plan each encounter carefully, take each innocent young budding body gently and completely, satisfy her partner so fully that he would never complain.
She smiled at Andy who blushed slightly and smiled back. But her thoughts were on Clint Conners. He was still untasted and untested, and he was a challenge. She would find a way to get him, have him, delight in his boyish blossoming. As yet, she didn't know how, but she would find a way.
The sound of bike wheels on the gravel made them both look up. Patty LaRue pedaled up the drive and stopped close to her brother. She couldn't help noticing the woman on the lounge chair, lying there so damned brazenly with her figure on display for Andy. Patty hid her smile as she thought again of little Andy and the sounds from the upstairs bedroom.
Andy got to his feet. "I'll put my box on the porch then, ma'am, if it's all right?"
"Yes, fine. And we'll see you tomorrow." Vivian looked at Patty. "Did Mr. Conners tell you what he wants you to do?"
Patty nodded but did not smile at the woman. "He wants me back in the morning to straighten up. Then to fix lunch and dinner."
Vivian nodded, not really interested but only wanting to know when the girl would be around. It would affect her plans to get to Clint. "You know, of course, that it's my husband who is hiring you. He'll pay you at the end of the week, but he wants you to do whatever Mr. Conners needs."
The girl's head moved up and down in sullen agreement. She was a strange one, Vivian thought, so quiet and distant. Viv wasn't sure she liked her, but as long as she was pleasant to Conners, it didn't matter about her own feelings.
Andy returned from the porch and picked his bike from the grass. He glanced at his sister and then at Vivian. "Good-bye, ma'am."
"Good-bye, Andy. I'll see you tomorrow."
The girl looked away and Andy smiled. Then the two young people got on their bikes and rode down the drive and turned out on the road.
Vivian watched until they were out of sight. She had never asked exactly where they lived, but it must be somewhere on the opposite side of the lake. She wondered what kind of family and home they had? Some of the places she'd seen nearby, places where local, year-round people lived, were not very elegant. Some were actually seedy.
She sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes and letting her mind drift without purpose. For the first time in many weeks, even months, she felt completely relaxed.
In the house, Warren stepped out of the shower and stood dripping on the white furry rug in the bathroom. He grinned at himself in the mirror. He felt good. Everything had gone perfectly today and he was pleased with himself. He'd planned and worked on this deal for a hell of a long time, and now it looked as if it would finally pay off. Conners was a cool customer. He'd shown him land in several places but none of it had ever pleased the man. And over the months of their dealings, he'd never been able to get any inkling of what made Conners tick. He'd remained distant and aloof, cold to suggestions of drinks or partying on Warren's expense account. Most of the clients with whom he dealt jumped at the chance of free booze and meals, even sometimes women.
He grabbed a towel and began to blot the drops of water lightly from his body. For a moment, he thought about a few of the times he and potential buyers had met women in bars and taken them to a motel near his office, or the times he had taken special clients to a special massage parlor downtown.
His cock twitched as he thought of Trudi and the special massages she gave! Christ, he could get hot just thinking about it. He forced his mind back to Conners. They'd had a good time today and it was the first time he'd seen the man really relax. You're a genius! he told himself in the mirror. This lake idea was the best ever! Conners had even unbent enough to talk a little about himself. And now, Warren had the clue he needed. Conners was lonely and frustrated. He'd devoted his life these past four years to'the kid, bringing him up, trying to shelter him from life's hard knocks. Every thing he did was for the kid, and he hadn't taken much time to satisfy his own needs. He'd pretty much lived the life of a hermit, chaste but longing. Warren had been able to read it under the surface of the talk, see that what he wanted was a woman to take care of him in bed. Apparently he'd had a few rolls in the hay with various women, but they'd left him with guilt feelings and the fear that he might be pursued and trapped into another marriage. His experience with his first alcoholic wife had left a bad taste in his mouth when it came to wedding bells, and he ran scared at the first sign of pushiness in a dame.
Warren dried his balls and cock and then sat on the stool to get at his feet. In the town bar this afternoon, after hearing Conners' story come out over the third drink, his plan had begun to form. The usual ways he got women for men who wanted them would not be any good in this case. But that didn't mean there wasn't a solution to the problem. What Conners needed was a woman who could take care of him in fine style and yet make no demands on him afterward. A woman who needed sexual fulfillment first and foremost, one who was already tied up neatly enough so as to produce no threat. A woman like Vivian.
He dried his foot thoughtfully. He knew it would work. All he had to do was present the idea to his wife without shocking her. He knew that Vivian, with her hearty appetite for fucking, would be the answer to everything. If he could get her to take Conners to bed, give him all he could use or stand, Viv would not be any threat to Conners' peace of mind afterward. Safely married, she couldn't drag him to the altar. Safely married to Warren, she could only help Conners feel grateful for the real estate man's help. And Quent was ripe for a roll, he knew. He sensed it in their conversations today, and in the way the older man darted quick glances at passing wiggling asses and tits hidden behind brief shorts and tops in town. Yeah, he was a needy case, all right. Now all Warren had to do was get him and Vivian together.
He dropped the towel into the hamper and walked into the bedroom. He took a clean pair of shorts from the dresser and pulled them on. At the window, he looked out at his wife lying in the chair near the tree. Her eyes were closed and there was a slight smile on her lips. She really was gorgeous. And that body of hers was guaranteed to turn on any man. She was really stacked. Right now, her big tits popped up and out from her chest like twin balloons. Yeah.
Tonight, after they got back from dinner, he'd fuck up a storm with her. When he had her weak and crying for more, he'd spring the idea about her making it with Conners. She might be shocked at first, but he was gambling that he could talk her into it. Once committed, he knew damn well she'd enjoy it! She was too hot not to.
He walked away from the window and fell across the bed. Christ he was tired! It had been quite a day! He stretched and decided to catch forty winks. He would need all his energy for his wife when they got home tonight!
CHAPTER NINE
Patty rode behind her brother along the short stretch of highway until they reached the road on the other side of the lake. They bumped across the rough gravel and spit up small clouds of sand from the bike tires. They slowed since the sand made it hard to pedal, but they were both so used to it that they didn't notice. Besides, Patty's mind was on something else. She'd thought a lot during the hours she'd cleaned the cabin for that city guy. Mostly she'd thought about Mrs. Harrow and Andy up in that bedroom. She'd tried to picture what their fucking had been like and the more she did, the harder her own belly ached. It didn't seem fair that Andy, who was more than a year younger than she, should find out these things before she did! She was still a virgin, physically at least. Mentally, she had viewed and reviewed what it would be like to be screwed, to be held in a man's arms and touched all over by a man's hands. The idea made her excited and eager.
Very slowly a new idea had formed in her brain during the day. It was so daring that it had shocked even her at first, but now the more she thought about it the surer she was that it was the answer, the beginning for her.
With a sudden spurt of energy, she pedaled the bike and got abreast of her brother. "Let's take the short cut!"
He nodded. She pumped her feet and her bike moved ahead of his and after a hundred yards, she turned off the road and bumped onto the narrow trail through the woods. At this point, the lake made a huge sweeping curve and the road followed it. The kids had cut this footpath to save a quarter of a mile of walking. It wasn't exactly designed for bikes, but when they were in a hurry, Andy and his brothers and sisters often chanced the tires on it. Now he bumped along behind Patty. He almost ran into her when she stopped suddenly, blocking the path completely.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I want to talk to you."
"Cripes, here?"
"Yes, here."
Reluctantly he climbed off the bike and propped it against a tree. Patty did the same and then beckoned him to follow her off the path. She sat herself on a big rock several yards into the woods. He sighed and leaned against a tall pine and looked at her. "What's this all about? It's almost suppertime and we-"
She laughed. "Yeah, you must be hungry, little brother."
"Of course I'm hungry. Christ, I've been working all day, why shouldn't I be?" He was annoyed with her but there was something in her manner that held him there instead of taking off and leaving her to sit alone with her dumb questions.
She grinned. "I heard you working upstairs."
"Sure, I was trying to get that damned window fixed. Hell, that house is falling apart."
Her head moved slowly back and forth and he stopped to look at her again. The smile was a mask for something else. "I'm not talking about the window."
"What the hell are you talking about then?" He shot out the angry question, but something in his mind warned him of danger. "I'm talking about you screwing Mrs. Harrow, that's what!"
There it was, out in the open. The silence of the woods closed around the words and suspended them in the still quiet air. For an instant, it seemed as if even the birds and the light breeze stopped to listen. Andy felt the flush creep up his neck and face, and he knew there was no sense in denying her words. She had heard! She shamelessly admitted it. He looked away and yanked at a clump of pine needles and broke them in his fist.
"I stood at the bottom of the stairs and listened." She grinned again. "If I'd known then that it was you, I might have gone up and watched!"
He swore softly but couldn't look at her. "What are you going to do?"
"That depends."
He looked up. "What do you mean?"
She got up from the rock and came to stand very close to him under the pine tree. "It depends on whether or not you teach me what she taught you." Her voice was low yet it seemed to ring through the woods.
He gaped at her, sure he had misunderstood. "What?" It was incredible! She couldn't have meant what he thought she did.
She put her fingers on his bare arm and leaned her full young body against him. "No, I mean it! I want to know everything! I'm a woman. I'm older than you! I should know these things." She pressed her breasts against his shirt and he tried to pull away.
"You're crazy!"
"I am not! I've laid awake and listened to mom and dad fuck in their bedroom and the whispers and cries. My whole body aches with wanting to know! I almost got my cherry popped before school was out, but we got interrupted."
"What? You're lying!"
"I am not! I was with Jerry Dowling! After a basketball game one night. We were on the grass behind the parking lot and he had his hand inside my pants playing with me and I had hold of his prick! God! I was so hot I almost shit in my pants! Then headlights flashed across us and we got so damned scared we ran. I tried to find another place, but Jerry was too scared and afraid his old man would find out. So that was it." She made a face. "He's been in town ever since and I'm stuck out here on this godforsaken lake where no one ever comes!" She ran her hand over his muscled shoulders. "Come on, don't be like that."
"For Chrissake, Patty, I'm your brother!"
She raised her eyebrows in a quizzical frown. "So? You've got a dingus and you know how to use it, don't you? Am I asking anything so terrible? Aw, please, I hurt so bad up there. Just once, put it up me and let me cum just once!" She was sobbing with frustration and lust. Her belly ached and the hot dampness between her legs was a searing fire. She moved her hand down to her brother's crotch and felt for the hump of his sex organs.
He jerked back but banged against the tree and couldn't get away. Her hand was cupping his cock, squeezing it and coaxing the blood to it. He stood very still, looking at her.
"Please?" Her eyes begged him. With a movement so swift he had no time to anticipate it, she reached to her waist and skimmed her shirt off. She yanked at the ragged bra that held her tits, and the old cloth gave and the straps broke, letting her pull the garment down to her waist. He stared at the breasts that came into view. She arched her back and made the tits pop toward him. "Look, you can suck one if you want to. Did you suck hers? Are they as big as they look? What did they taste like?" Her body insinuated itself along his bare arm and against his covered chest.
"God!" The exclamation was a breath easing from him. His shock and horror had dimmed as wonder took over. His own sister! But when she played with his prick and rubbed her tits on him like this, all he knew was the heat stirring in his guts. But he couldn't, not his own sister!
She squeezed his balls and he jumped. "Take it easy!" he said.
She smiled. "You like it, I can tell. You're getting a hard-on! I can feel it. Come on, Andy, no one will ever know. God, you don't think I'd tell anyone?"
He chewed at his lip.
"Do it and I'll never tell anyone about you and Mrs. Harrow either." Her eyes were bright and shining. The hidden threat behind her word struck him, but he knew there was one way to silence her. Would it be so bad, to fuck his own sister? What was it called, his brain tormented him. Incest.
"Come on," she urged in soft tones. "Over here, on these pine needles." She was dragging him by the arm. His eyes were on those bouncing tits, naked and inviting his tongue. He recalled how good Mrs. Harrow's had tasted and how he had sucked them eagerly. His mouth watered.
She pulled him down next to her and released his arm long enough to yank down her shorts and underpants. She spread her legs toward him. "Look."
He swallowed hard. Between her legs, the sparse blonde hair parted so he could see the glistening wetness of her cunt. The thick red fleshy folds were like open lips waiting for him. He couldn't take his eyes off them.
"Come on, do it," she coaxed softly. "Do it."
"You're my sister," he said inanely again.
She reached for him and began to undo the snaps on his jeans. "Betty Crowe and her brother Timmy fuck together all the time!"
"Liar."
She shook her head without stopping her undressing motions. "No, she told me. It started last winter when she was sick in bed with the flu. He came in from the field just as she was changing her pajamas, and they just did it. They liked it so much they still do it whenever they can. She's never had anyone else. He has, but he's older and gets to town a lot. But he still screws Betty regularly. They try all sorts of new things." She saw the strained frown on her brother's face. "Oh, they're careful. They never do anything when their ma and pa are in the house or where one of the other kids might catch them." She had his fly open now and pushed her hand into the warm depths between his legs. Under the thin cloth, she grabbed his cock and sucked in her breath at the feel of the hot, dry smooth skin.
"We can be careful too. Andy?" She touched the tip of his sex organ and the hot seepage burned her finger. "Come on." The last words were barely a breath in the stillness.
Andy grunted and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. He moved quickly and pulled the offending jeans from his hips and legs and tossed them aside. He raised his arms and skinned off the shirt. Patty fell back and he came toward her, her legs still wide and waiting. For an instant, he hovered over her, his cock stiff and hard, aimed right into the V of her thighs. He bent his head down and licked his tongue across one of the ruby red tits and then grabbed the nipple in his lips and sucked it out. Patty groaned and moaned under him, twisting with new fire.
"Ummm, ooooo, yesssss!" She brought her legs up and her warm thighs touched his hips. It was enough. He grabbed his cock and steered it into the waiting red portals.
It squeezed into her tight hot hole. God! It felt like he was being hugged to death! She was so damned tight he could hardly get up there.
She was wild. "Ooooo, uuuummmmm, push!!!!!"
He dropped his full weight onto her and felt something tear to admit his entry.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" Patty's eyes were wide with the sharp pain and the new delight that filled her. His cock was up in her!! He'd popped her cherry and now she was going to get fucked. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. Gurgling, rolling cramps came from deep inside her and exploded at the end of the hot cock spearing up. "Goooooddd! Yeeessss!!!! Do it!"
He didn't need any more coaxing. He was so damned hot he was nearly ready to explode. All doubts had vanished and he wanted to cum in the hot fucking tunnel of her body. It didn't matter who she was, she was a hot cunt and she was around his cock. He slammed his body into hers, feeling his heavy balls slap against her ass as he did. Her legs were clamped around his hips in desperate need, rising and falling with each thrust, holding him so damn hard into her belly that they were one.
He fucked and before long, sweat was running down his back. His guts were on fire, his balls aching with their new load. Under him, Patty was crazy with lust. She'd never felt anything like it!!! She'd known it would be good, but this was even more than she'd ever dreamed it could be. Andy's dick was long and spearing into her pussy like a well-digger, boring a hole right through her. Only the hole was filled with fire. Her body quivered and in the pit of her belly, something warned her.
"I think it's going to happen!!!!"
"Uuuuuhhhhh!" He could only grunt as his own load pushed at the starting gate and threatened to explode. It was as if each new cum had to surpass the previous ones. He was so hot and ready he could hardly stand it!
Then it came, the explosion of the two young bodies in tight passion. It roared through them, burning, filling, flaming anew. They pounded together in cadence to their muffled sobs of satisfaction, the ripe bodies taking and giving, searching and finding. They gasped for air, sucking it into their lungs for new strength to flog themselves to new heights. And still they came.
"AAaaaauuuuuggghhhh!!!" Perspiration dripped from Andy's body onto the naked tits that jogged in time to their fucking.
"Oooooohhhooooohhhhh!" The prolonged whimper ended Patty's virginity. Her body filled, not only with her brother's hot load of sticky cum but the outpouring of her own sex secretions, the manifestation of her womanhood.
She gasped for breath, eyes closed, lips smiling. Finally she looked at him. "Andy, oh, that was so good! I never would have believed anything could be so wonderful!" She hugged her arms to her tits and rolled to face him. "Ummmm, thanks."
"Yeah." He was embarrassed. He wiped his hand across his face and hair. It had been good. Already the thought of whether or not, like Timmy Crowe, he would come back for more began to niggle in his mind. It had been fun, exciting and different than the fun he'd had with Mrs. Harrow.
He heard a small sound and he looked quickly toward the brush in fright. Then he laughed. It was King, their dog. Patty took a deep breath and finally managed a small laugh too.
Andy got to his feet. "Christ, we'd better get out of here before someone comes along. Anyhow, it must be suppertime."
"Mmm, maybe we shouldn't come in together. You go ahead, I'm still pretty weak in the knees. I'll wait a few minutes then ride home. And, Andy?"
He turned.
"Thanks. You'll never regret it, I swear! Neither will I!" She smiled at him.
He bent to pick up his clothes and pull them on quickly. Patty lay on the soft pine leaves, enjoying the sight of her brother's naked body as long as she could. Without looking back at her, he went back to the path and she heard his bike tires crunch against the dirt. Then she closed her eyes and smiled.
She felt the soft cold wet nose against her breast. "Hey!" She opened her eyes. King was sniffing at her body, the cold nose testing the warm flesh and discovering its new secret. The rough tongue licked across one nipple and Patty shivered. It was exciting. She lay very still to see what the dog would do next.
He sniffed down her belly, a cool trail on her scorched skin. Her legs were still splayed on the ground, and the inquisitive nose and tongue moved into the space.
Patty held her breath. King sniffed the new scent of Andy's cum and her cunt juice. She shivered as the cold wet nose touched the hot folds. The sandpaper tongue raked across her swollen labia. She held her breath again and felt the deep stir in her belly. She'd heard about some farm boys fucking cows, straddling their asses and sinking their dicks into the big cow cunts. What about dogs? So often she'd seen the glistening red dripping cock slide out of its sheath when this animal sensed the season of bitches. The wonder of the red slimy organ had always fascinated her. Could she coax it out now? Would the dog react to her needy body as it did one of its own species?
The tongue lapped across her cunt, catching the traces of the climax that lingered there. He stopped once to look up at her.
"Good dog," she whispered encouragingly. She reached up and rubbed his belly, letting her hand move toward his sex organ and lingering there. She rubbed the thick hair-covered prick. The dog whimpered. She pushed back with her hand and tried to unsheath his poker. The dog whined and resumed his tongue lapping at her cunt. Then it happened. The wet glistening dog cock emerged from its hole. Patty gasped. "Good dog!" She could scarcely breathe. She very slowly grabbed the dog above the forelegs and moved him around over her body. He whined and wagged his tail, panting with that beautiful red tongue hanging out and dripping saliva onto her naked belly.
"Come on, boy, do it!" Her eyes glazed and she pulled the dog toward her as she lay flat once more.
With a whimper, the dog tried to back up and lick at her crotch again, but she held him. She raised her knees and clamped them at his sides. "Do it, boy, do it. Slide it up there. Slide it up!" Her coarse whispers sent the dog into a frenzied humping motion. Quickly, she raised her body to meet it. Guiding him between her legs and holding him with her throbbing thighs, she looked up into the big black dog's dripping mouth. Then the red weapon between the dog's legs touched her cunt. It was a flame against her hot tissue. She pulled herself closer to him, raising her hips to close the gap "Ahhh, yessss, goood dogggg!"
The slimy wet thick throbbing organ slipped between the lips of her vulva. It was like a branding iron in her. She couldn't move for fear of losing it, so she clung to the animal who had begun to hump now. She clung to him, feeling the hot moist breath from his panting mouth across her face and tits. The slippery wet thing between her legs seemed to grow quite suddenly. She pulled the dog hard into her, and in that instant, she felt the hot spurt of his semen pour out. Her belly burst into flame and she catapulted into a glorious orgasm with him.
Unlike the prolonged cum that had held her and Andy together in fusion, the dog's ejaculation was a quick and violent spurt. Immediately, King backed off, still panting and wagging his tail. For several minutes she lay there, pressing her legs together to hold the delight that had made them tingle. The dog stood and watched her. She hugged her arms to her tits and rolled in delight on the bed of pine needles.
A long time later, she squatted in the brush to let the heavy sludge of little brother and big dog drip out of her worn cunt. Finally, she pulled her clothes back on and headed for her bike. Even the pressure of the seat on her newly aroused sex organs excited her. It was going to be a good cock-filled summer.
CHAPTER TEN
It was past midnight when the foursome returned from Stranley's. They had had a good time, with the three adults consuming several more cocktails before they ordered huge steaks. Clint had sipped Cokes while the others drank, but he didn't seem to mind the growing gaiety and laughter of the others. He sat next to Mrs. Harrow, and from time to time he was aware of the pressure of her knee on his under the table. He made no effort to pull away. He still wasn't exactly sure how to identify the strange new feelings that were stirring inside him, but they surfaced each time he was near this woman. He felt the excitement grow and fill him, and he wanted to be close to her.
Quent Conners had insisted on driving. The long dark drive home had made Vivian a little bold. The black night of the country seemed inpenetrable, and only the soft glow of the dash lights broke it and out-lined the heads of the two men in the front seat. The sweeping headlights sliced down the blacktop road, but they seemed very far removed from the small pool of dimness of the interior of the car. She had slipped her arm around Clint's shoulder and pulled him against her, saying he must be tired. The boy was wide awake, but he let her hold him close. He liked the female odor, the perfume, the warm flesh above the cotton dress with its low neckline. He lay very still and closed his eyes.
As the miles slipped past them, Vivian slowly moved her other hand to the boy's thigh. She let it lay there with barely any pressure for a while, and then slowly tightened her fingers and let them dig into his taut flesh. He made no protest. Yet she sensed that he was not asleep. This was the same vital awareness that had kept him from bolting this afternoon when he saw her nude and let her hold him to her breast. He was waiting.
Even in the haze of far too many drinks, Vivian was cautious. She felt very daring to try anything with the boy's father right in front of them. But it added to the excitement. Her fingers crept up his thigh and touched the soft bulge of his hidden sex organs. She sucked in her breath softly as a bolt of lightning flashed through her belly. She curved her fingers around the delightful package, cupping the side-tracked cock where it was pressed against his loin by his trousers. She felt his body twitch but he didn't move out of the circle of her arm. She smiled in the darkness, idly listening to the low conversation of the two men in front. They were absorbed in talking business, and neither of them turned to look at her. Occasionally Quent glanced in the rearview mirror but all that gave him was a quick glimpse of her smiling face. Her active hands were hidden from his view.
Gently, she stroked and fondled the child's large cock and balls. She moved slowly and carefully so as not to frighten him. She had almost gotten up her courage to unzip his pants and move onto his bare skin when she began to recognize landmarks. They were close to home, too close for her to pursue her current activities with the boy. She eased her hand away and when the car bumped onto the dirt road that led to the farms the boy sat up and rubbed his eyes in pretended sleep.
Quent turned down the offer of a nightcap, and the Harrows stood in their yard saying good-bye. Clint had elected to remain in the back seat for the short ride to their cabin. He'd rolled down the window to thank Warren for the nice time, and as he rolled it back up, his voice carried clearly to Vivian.
"I'm going to sleep in that screen house tonight, okay, dad?"
"Sure, fine, son." The window was up and the car rolled down the drive again.
Vivian smiled at the receding taillights. The boy's remark had been meant for her, and she understood perfectly.
"Come on, hon, let's get to bed." Warren slipped his arm around her waist and started for the house.
Warren flipped off the lights as they passed through rooms and when they reached the bedroom, he stopped and took Viv into his arms. "Baby, you were great tonight. I think Conners and the kid had a good time." He bent and kissed her lips.
She was surprised at the unexpected praise from Warren. She'd been so absorbed in the boy she hadn't even thought about Warren's business problems. But the kiss was warm and hungry. Warren's tongue probed against her lips and teeth and she relaxed her jaws and let him jam it into her mouth. The hot spear darted across her tongue and began to excite it. His hands began to move across her flesh, rubbing the blue cotton dress, finding the low back and sliding onto her skin. He held her close and she arched her body into his angles. He wiggled his hips and pressed his crotch to hers. The warmth of her body came through the thin summer clothing they wore and he felt his own steam begin to rise. Suddenly, he wanted her very much. The problems of his work had surrounded him, drowned him, held him for far too long. He was almost sorry he'd had so many drinks. He could never last as long in sex games when he'd consumed too much alcohol, and her quivering body told him she was good for an all night session. But he wanted her, and he'd take her.
He released her from the kiss and she looked up at him with hungry eyes. One small lamp was lit across the room, and it made dark inviting shadows for them. With a smile, he reached to the back of the dress and found the full-length zipper and pulled it down.
Vivian caught her bottom lip in her teeth and let him take the garment off. He went down on his knees to help her step out of the circle of cloth. For the moment, he set the dress aside and reached immediately for the gossamer lace panties that barely covered her crotch. He pulled them down and leaned forward to bury his face in the sweet smelling triangle of hair.
"Mmmm, I'm going to eat that lovely pussy tonight. Jeez, I can almost taste it already!" He kissed her belly and tried to force his head between her legs, cupping the full spheres of her round buttocks in his palms.
Vivian looked down at his head. She was already tingling with passion and delight. She hadn't thought beyond the boy and his innocent prick all evening, and the bonus of Warren being hot was unexpected.
He stood up then, slowly, and trailing his hands up her body, pushing one of them between her thighs and feeling for her cunt. His fingers dug between the hot wet swollen labia and found her triggering clitoris.
"Ooo." She smiled at him.
"You have the most beautiful snatch in the whole world, baby." His finger teased the tiny lobe of erotic flesh. "Christ, I need a good fucking!" He looked down at her big tits cupped in the strapless bra like two handfuls of hard wet sand. "Take off that damned thing," he whispered. "I don't want to let go of this sizzling hot potato."
She unhooked the bra and tossed it aside. Then she began on his clothes. She didn't want him to stop the sex play either. Between darting grasps for her tits, he let her undo his pants and drop them to the floor. He kicked them aside and got his shoes off in the same motion. Then he waited until she had gotten his shirt unbuttoned and hanging on one arm before he let go of the hot cunt long enough to take it off. Then in a quick and hungry movement, he pulled her against his nudity. Their skin was warm, each on the other, pressing and seeking.
"Mmmmmm, I'm so hot, I'm really steaming." Vivian breathed the words at his ear. She peaked her hot tits on his chest, enjoying the press of the ripe hard nipples digging into the hair of his manliness. She spread her legs so his hand could reenter the golden haven of wet dripping heat that burned between her damp thighs. His fingers shot up inside her quickly, pulling the fat. lips apart and digging into the pulpy walls of her vagina. She shuddered with pleasure.
"Ummmmm, I love you up there," she said.
"It's so damned hot and wet my prick is going crazy! Here, raise up, let me get it in there too." He used his other hand as a lever on her ass and raised her body so he could slip his hard swollen penis between her legs. For a moment it scraped across her rough pubic hair and he almost went crazy. Then he caught it between his fingers and sent it up into her. She came down instantly and it sliced into her juicy cunt like a lance. Her body hung on it as they clung together, savoring the hot sex need that filled them both. The hard throbbing prick inside the hot juicy hole grew and filled it. He used both hands on her ass to hold her now, helping her move up and down on the pulsating, prying sword of flesh.
"Damn it, you're the best fuckin' a guy could have!"
"Ooohhh, Warren, we haven't played like this for so long! I want to cum all night!"
"Baby, I've been a damn fool to pass up this kind of fun. Christ! I'm damn near ready to shoot a load up there right now."
"Oh, don't!" Her protest was full of fear. "I don't want that beautiful hard-on to deflate yet. Play with me. I'm so hungry for you! I want to be fucked royally, ten different ways, from every angle. Ooooohhhh, yeeeesssss, dig up there, fuck up a storm!" She clung to him and rose and fell on the hot stabbing poker in her belly. They were both on fire, both filled with pagan lust for human flesh and cum juice. They pounded their bodies together.
Each time she came down on the wonderful spearing cock, it ripped forward and sent her clitoris violent messages. Darts of fire shot through her body and down her legs as her belly readied itself for the final thrust. She flung her head back and tried to smile at Warren, but her face twisted with the rupturing orgasm that came at that instant.
He saw it, felt her cunt tighten around his cock, felt the hot spurt of her juices as he pried into the deep inner muscle of her uterus. She made a strangled sound as the head of his cock speared into the tiny space and unleashed the hot flood that waited there. Her sex secretions poured over his burning column of flesh, making it hotter than ever. But still he held his load. He held it knowing he would gain even a greater prize.
Vivian lost herself in the violent throes of the orgasm, clinging to Warren's naked body desperately, holding on and moving with the hard thrusts inside her. His prick was so hard and so long. When it went up in her like this, it almost tore her in two, but it excited her twice as much at the same time. She felt the hard pain of tension build in her belly and then the first trickles of cum lather the throbbing, spearing cock and bring it to white heat. It swelled to gigantic proportions and filled each crevice of her vagina. It was so tight that when she exploded and the rest of her love juice slathered over him, it was instantly whipped to a froth in the tight hole. But it did not erupt in its own climax! She held her breath but the hot wildcat well didn't fire! That meant he'd be good for more!! More was exactly what she wanted.
When she finally stopped moving up and down on the hot jabbing stick, he grinned at her. "Good?"
"Mmmmmm, beautiful." She lifted her lips for a hungry kiss.
"God, you're so wet and hot. You really spewed it out that time. I feel like I'm boiling in oil!"
"I came so much! So good!!"
"Okay, baby, over to the bed. I'm going up your asshole!"
She didn't need a second invitation. Even letting go of the hot fucking firebrand was worth it! She ran to the bed and draped herself over the edge.
"No, this time get up there on your knees, I want to have all of you under me!"
She grinned and hopped up on the bed, crouching on her hands and knees eagerly. He climbed quickly behind her and kissed the upraised beautiful white mounds of her ass. He took time to pull apart the big sweaty spheres and then trace a trail with his tongue down to the fragrant tightly puckered muscle that would soon bite off his fucker! He rammed his tongue onto it and tried to force it in, but the sphincter held and refused him entry. He licked around it, enjoying the hot sweet taste of her hidden secrets.
"Uuuuummmm, yesssss, I'm hot!" Vivian could feel her own cum seeping out of her cunt and making room for the new load that was already building up behind the dam. Warren moved up and his hands spread her ass apart.
"Okay, honey, here it comes! I'm all wet with your hot loving sludge and I'm gonna push your juice right back into you!" He touched the tip of the swollen red penis to the anal muscle. "Relax, baby, relax."
She took a deep breath and relaxed the sphincter. The throbbing, burning demon pushed into the tight hugging tunnel. It was like forcing a mountain into a small cave. The prick was so big it pulled and stretched at her, threatening to tear her apart. For a second, he stopped his forward thrust and waited for his seeping pre-seminal fluid to oil the way for him. It did, and he pressed his prick into her again.
"Oh it's so hard and hot, oh that hurts!" The moans were not designed to stop him but to encourage him and heat both of them.
He got his hands under her and captured the heavy hanging tits. He worked them eagerly, exciting both of them and setting off new trickles of juices to lubricate the tiny asshole into which he was forcing his swollen member. The nipple grew turgid and pressed into his palms, sending heat and lust into his mashing hands. She groaned with delight and begged for more.
"Harder, push harder, send that loving cock up my ass all the way!!!! OOooooohhhmmmmuuuuhhhh!"
He was in her asshole as far as he could get it. His balls slapped against her cunt under the fiery fusion of man to asshole. He felt as if he was being emasculated, castrated by the sharp ridge of tight muscle that closed over his dick like a pair of handcuffs. He let go of her boobs and bent over her, reaching back toward their mutual contact and finding her cunt with his fingers. She was wet and dripping, and he shot both hands into the heavy hole. His fingers slipped in easily, and he pried the thick wet muscles apart so he could plunge deeply into the wet tunnel of love. She gasped and felt his fingers and prick meet in her belly. She was blazing with heat and pagan need.
She tried to tell him, but only gurgling sounds of joy bubbled from her throat. There were no words to describe the violence that was building in her, no way to explain the hot joy that filled her. His hands were both up in her cunt, she was stretched wide open and the whipping, lashing fingers excited the driving cock up her ass. He played with his own prick, feeling the hard tip where it bulged against the thin wall of her anus. He was primed and ready.
He began to fuck the tight asshole in a steady rhythm, moving his dick slowly at first then faster and faster as his first trickles of cum wet the tube of her ass. Then he was plunging it as hard as he ever had into any pussy! His balls slapped against her backside, touching his thumbs where they held her cunt open. She gasped and groaned and then shrieked as her passion mushroomed and went off. Her cum scorched his fingers, blistering his own need and lust. His cock rammed home in the hot hellhole and he ejaculated into the burning dry well.
"Ooooohhhhh, uuuummmmm, uuuggghhh!!! Here it is! Here it is!" He squeezed the last drop of his semen into her bowels, never slowing the quick slamming motions of his hands in her cunt. He'd never cum so violently in her! This surpassed anything he had ever experienced. The hot steaming booze he'd consumed rose and dizzied him when it met this new elation. Finally, he stopped humping and fell from her, sideways on the bed near her feet. She peered at him through the inverted V of her thighs. She shared the complete joy he felt. It had been wonderful, super, something she had not had from him for a very long time. She thought about his promise to have her and play all night. She smiled at his limp form and finally got up.
"I'll be back in a minute, honey."
He grunted but didn't open his eyes.
Vivian hurried into the bathroom and sat on the stool to force out the heavy sludge of his cum from her rectum. It burned and she winced with painful delight. Her own juices dripped from her cunt in a slow stream. Maybe she could get Warren to share a shower with her. It would be fun. She thought about the many times early in their marriage that they had fucked under the warm spray of the shower in their apartment.
She cleaned herself with a cloth and then wrung it out in warm water and carried it back to the bedroom for him. She would wash his lovely lashing cock and bring it back to life. She would arouse him with tongue and hand, then feel his beautiful hot member slip up into her belly to fuck where his hands had begun the passionate reveling. They would screw all night!
She stopped at the side of the bed and looked down at Warren. He had moved so his head was on the pillow and had pulled the sheet over his nudity.
"Baby, I'm back."
He didn't answer. She knelt at the side of the bed and tried to shove back the sheet where it covered his torso. It was caught under his body and would not budge.
"Warren, honey?" She shook him lightly and was answered by an incoherent mumble. She stared at him. He was asleep! Dead to the world! Drunk and out like a light!
Anger bubbled inside her and she got to her feet, throwing the washcloth across the room where it thumped wetly on the mirror. She looked at her reflection, nude, gorgeous, ready for fun! And this stupid lout was stiff and done already! She should have known better than to believe his fancy promises! Tears of frustration burned at her eyelids and she paced about the room in angry strides. She snapped off the lamp and stood by the window, looking out at the shadows of night. The moon had come up and now the darkness had a silvered halo to it and she could see the road beyond the drive.
She looked at the point where the road vanished into the thicket of trees at the curve. Beyond, she knew it continued, and led along the lakeshore. Led right to the red cabin at the far end. Right to the lovely young boy who had permitted her to cradle his lovely clean innocent bobber of a cock in her hand all the way home tonight. The boy who had said he was sleeping in the summer house, the little screened building apart from the cottage where his father would be.
She stared at the beckoning shadows. Her tongue flicked over her lips. She thought about Andy and the wonders and joy she had found in uncovering his pure budding manhood. It would be like that with Clint. Even better because of how long she'd been waiting.
She turned and looked at the hump of her husband's sleeping form and listened to the soft sound of his snoring as he fell into his drunken stupor. He'd never know she was gone. He was out cold, satiated with the delights of her hot tight asshole. He didn't give a damn that she still wanted more. She had given him everything he wanted but he had not returned the favor. It had been this way for a long time, too long. She was tired of waiting for him to satisfy all her needs.
She moved silently across the room and found a short terrycloth robe in the closet and donned it. She searched for the straw sandals and carried them out of the bedroom with her.
The night air felt cool on her overheated body. She sat on the side steps and slipped on the sandals. Then she quickly headed for the ribbon of road that would take her to the heaven of Clint's clean boyish crotch at the other end! She smiled and quickened her pace.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The soft slap of her shoes on the gravel sounded loud in the stillness of the night. As she went farther down the road, the heavy overhang of trees cut off the light of the moon, and the night sounds grew louder. She passed a few cabins but they were all dark. She had not noticed the day before if anyone was staying at any of them. Even peering intently into the dark she could not distinguish any evidence of occupancy. They didn't even look familiar. It was as if she had never trespassed here before. Actually, she hadn't except for the one trip by car. Would she remember the place?
She rounded another curve in the road and recognized the sloping short drive that went down to the red cabin. She stopped and listened. There was no sound but the small insect noises that stirred the stillness and the distant rumbling croak of a frog. Walking very softly on the balls of her feet, she went down the path toward the unlighted cottage. The moon reflected on the lake beyond and gave enough light so that she could make out the house and Quent Conners' car parked behind it.
She paused several yards from the back door. Where was the summer cottage? She visualized the image of Clint running in with excitement and telling his father about it. They'd been in the kitchen, right beyond this door. The boy had pointed. That way. Softly, she moved across the grass toward the clump of pines. Behind them, that was it! He had said the screened house was behind the trees. Softly and half-holding her breath, she searched for a path around the wooded area. There it was, right on the lakeshore. She stepped onto it.
Again she paused and looked back at the house. It was still and dark. The trees were a good hundred feet away. She went along the path slowly, still being as quiet as she possibly could so she wouldn't alarm Clint. It would ruin everything if he cried out and his father heard.
Her heart was pounding behind her unfettered breasts under the robe. Quite suddenly, she felt cold and shivered slightly. The danger element in her pursuit added to its spice. She used one hand as a guide along the thick evergreens. Then they ended. Right in front of her, set only a few yards back from the soft lapping wavelets along the shoreline, was the screen house. She ran her tongue over her dry lips. She stood very still and studied the dim outlines of the small building. She wished now that she had seen it in the daylight so she would know how to get in. She forced herself to think logically. One of the panels had to open like a door. But which one? In the gloom they all looked identical. Logic again told her it would be the one closest to the path.
She stepped to it and ran her hand lightly over the edges until she found the small round knob. With a prayer that it wouldn't be locked, she turned the knob. It moved easily under her fingers and she swung the door open. She stepped up into the enclosure and drew the panel shut behind her.
It was darker here, and she waited for her eyes to accustom themselves to the new change. Then she saw the humped form on the floor. She bent and looked closer.
Her heart raced. He had brought his sleeping bag out but the warm night had led him to simply lie on top of it. He wore striped pajamas which were tangled about his body from his tossing motions. One leg had ridden up and his calf and thigh gleamed in the reflected moonlight. The top had parted at his waist and she could see a flat expanse of his firm belly and the tiny dark shadow of his navel. She looked closely at the twisted cloth between his legs, hiding the innocent prize of his pure young crotch, but the fly was snapped tightly shut and gave her no glimpse of the clean young treasure.
With one quick motion, she undid the belt and slipped out of the terry robe. She laid it carefully behind her and then slipped off the sandals and placed them on top of it. Then, with stealth befitting a cat burglar, she crept onto the sleeping bag and stretched out beside the boy. She leaned very close to his face so she could stifle any outcry of surprise he might make when he awoke. With her mouth poised over his parted lips, she touched her hand lightly to his crotch. At first, he merely stirred as though a dream had disturbed him. She closed her fingers around the warm little bundle of his perfect penis. He stirred again. Deftly, she undid the snaps and crept in to his smooth flesh.
He awoke with a start and his mouth opened to cry out his fright.
"Shhhh, darling, it's all right." She pressed her lips to his open mouth quickly and had to force herself to release it long enough to say, "It's Mrs. Harrow. Don't be scared."
"Jeepers, you scared me! I was sleeping. What-?"
She began manipulating his lovely little limp prick in her palm. His skin was incredibly smooth, like a newborn infant's. His pubic hair had not yet come into its own, and his crotch was covered with a soft downy mass that thrilled her.
He forgot to complete his question. There was no need. He knew, instinctively and without a shadow of a doubt, her purpose in being there. She was going to complete what had started at his first glimpse of her nudity. She was going to help him become knowledgeable about the facts of life, in a very practical way. She was going to go beyond the hesitant touches to his body that she had performed in the water and even beyond the bolder advances she had made in the back seat of the car tonight. This was it.
"Clint." She breathed his name into the dark, and he felt a shiver run along his spine. Then she bent and found his tender lips again, closing hers over them, tasting and probing with a kiss such as he had never met before. Her tongue slid across his, touched the straight even rows of his teeth, lingered on his gums and cheeks.
All the while, her warm lovely-loving hand was between his legs! Her fingers rubbed at the soft loose skin of his penis, pulling back the stretchy skin and forcing the tip of the thing out. She ran her finger around the tiny bulge of the head and excited the sensitive smooth satiny skin under the sheath. He gasped and she let go of his mouth and began talking to him.
"Oh, you're beautiful. Be very quiet, okay?"
He nodded, not trusting his voice. She raised herself on one elbow and used her free hand to unbutton his pajamas, top and bottom. He raised his hips so she could get the pants down and then he helped her kick them out of the way. She pulled him so he half sat up and then quickly shoved the pajama top back. His arms were free now too. For the first time, he realized that she was naked too. He could see the heavy hanging pendulums of her breasts gleaming in the moonlight. The tips were dark hidden nipples. He remembered how they had been popped forward this afternoon when she'd held him against her. He didn't resist when she pushed him gently back onto the sleeping bag.
She came close to him but now she had moved up. Her face was no longer at his. The swinging enticing breast brushed across his lips.
"Open your mouth and take it," she whispered. Hypnotized, he did as she said. His mouth opened and she moved so the dome hovered over the moist cavity then the shadowed tip came between his lips. "Suck on it, darling, taste it, love it!" She was crooning to him like a mother to a baby. His mouth closed over the corrugated nipple, and his first gentle tugs at it brought the pip from its pool. The nipple sprang to vibrant life between his lips and he sucked harder. Her hand was on his head, holding him close. "Yes, yes, like that."
She felt the hot darts of flame lick through her tits where his lips and tongue touched it. Over his head, she smiled and drew sharp short breaths that forced the tit harder against his tongue. It began to tickle the tip gently, then harder. Ooooohhhh, he was getting the idea!
She encouraged him with her other hand at his crotch. She lifted his small boy cock and found the newly hard sacs behind it. His nuts were hard, already descended for their adventures into manhood. But as yet they lay unstirred and waiting. For her! She squeezed them gently, loving and cupping them with gentle strokes that excited both of them. The more she played with his prick, the harder he sucked. He was so darling, so hungry for knowledge!
Finally, with a sigh of reluctance, she withdrew the tit from his lapping mouth. He made a small sound of protest but said nothing.
"It's all right, darling. I want to do something else." She turned on the sleeping bag and put her face to his crotch, breathing deeply of his clean boy cock smell. Gently, she lifted the struggling, innocent prick and placed it between her lips. As he had sucked her breast, she began to suck his pure, clean cock. She held it between her lips, tightened them over the budding bulge of the head. She ran her tongue over the glossy virgin tip and found the tiny crevice. She forced her tongue into it and felt the quick jolt of response from his pelvic muscles. Soon, soon, she told herself. She lapped at the lovely tip which she had never seen in daylight. Only here in the dark gloom of the moonlit summer house. The head began to swell, bulge under her tender ministrations. She licked it clean, all around the extra-smoothness of the ridge where she'd forced his flap of foreskin back onto the shaft that was trying to come to life. His body was reacting slowly to its new lessons, but it was absorbing the instruction.
Clint felt the rumbling deep in his stomach and knew that the changes were coming. This wonderful hot mouth was doing this to him, doing things he had never known, never dreamed of. The birds and the bees be damned, this was sex. His hand touched her thigh and he rubbed the tender taut flesh carefully. She smelled so delightful, so different!
She let go of his penis for a second and spoke softly to him. "Feel up between my legs. See how wet my cunt is!" It was an invitation. A promise. The promise that had begun the first time he saw her. Now he remembered how she had watched him walk when he had been looking at the lake. Now he knew why her glance had strayed and stayed on those white, tight jeans. He moved his hand up her thigh. She was warm and damp. He leaned closer as she resumed the tongue lashing on his penis. Her cunt. She wanted him to touch it. Cunt. The word was nice, he liked it. He'd never heard it before, but he knew he liked it.
His hand touched the fire of her cunt. She spread her legs wide, propping one up so it was over his head. He lay his cheek on the delightful sweet-smelling thigh and pushed his fingers into the pulpy wetness. Her cunt made a funny sucking noise of wetness when his fingers touched it. He tried again, probing into the dark haven he could not see but which excited his entire body when he smelled and touched it. His own belly began to tighten and he felt the strange hardness between his legs. His boy penis was coming to an erection-right in her mouth! In his delight, he jammed his hand right up the wet dark hole of her cunt. She wiggled onto it delightedly and clamped her legs on it and captured his head where it lay. She did something strange, twitching her belly muscles and making the cunt grip his hand and suck it upward. He wasn't sure what she wanted, but he was game to try. He was beginning to have wild feelings in his guts, and he knew her surprises had not rum out. He shoved his entire hand clear up into her vagina. She gasped and then licked and lapped his child's prick even harder. She liked it!
Vivian did like it. Very much. Clint was turning out to be a star pupil. His hot little hand was right up there inside her pussy. She was so wet she could hear the suction as his fingers began to twiddle and poke at the walls of the thick muscle. She had his darling little cock in her mouth, bringing it to its first real hard-on! She stroked it with her tongue, ran her hands across the flat boy belly, dug under his weight to feel his lovely boy ass. Oooohhh, he was wonderful. She loved every innocent inch of him!!!
She inched her body harder onto his inquisitive fingers, closer to his hot breath, his thirsty mouth. She wanted to coax him to drink at her bubbling fountain, but she didn't want to let go of the now stiff little pecker in her mouth. She tried to send the message to him with her bouncing body.
He got it. His head moved closer but he didn't take his hand out. Instead, he began licking around his wrist, tasting the juice that had lathered his thrusts, lapping up her secretions like ice cream from a cone. She moved her body to tell him she liked it, and he was pleased that he had pleased her. Mmmm, she was delicious!! Better than the steak he'd had at that restaurant. Better than anything he'd ever had!!! He sucked up every drop he could find, and all the while his hand pushed way up into her cunt and milked out more! His tongue found the small bump of erotic flesh near the opening. Her entire body jerked when he licked it, and he knew that it was something special. He licked it again and then grabbed it between his hot lips and tried to suck it the way he had her breast. She moaned and arched her body. Her hot thighs quivered around his head. He felt like he might drown in the sticky lovely juice that was pouring out of her now.
And her hot mouth was driving him crazy. Something had happened inside his body, the stirring had become a hard, burning pain. He felt like a balloon blown up and ready to burst. Her tongue flicked across the tip of his penis, exciting it still more than it already was. Then without warning, she let go of it and jerked her body away.
"Ohhhh, darling, you sweet little darling!" She twisted and grabbed him to her once more. She crushed his young body along the over-heated length of hers, pressing her hard tits into his hairless chest, cramming her wet dripping crotch against the stiff cock that jutted from his balls. "Lie down. Flat on your back."
"Shhh, I know how you feel. But this will be even better, just wait and see. Ohhhh, darling, you sweet little thing. Here, let me get up there." Her silhouette moved over him, a black form against the dim moonlight outside. Her hand grabbed the hard penis again and aimed it toward her descending crotch as she sat over him, coming down very slowly until the tip of the organ touched the hot swollen lips his mouth had licked so enjoyably. She flagged it back and forth across the erotic curtains, sending shivers through him and fire through herself. Then she touched it to her clitoris, pressing hard and trying to force the small hard bump of flesh into the tiny slit. Even this delighted him. He was breathing hard, trying to absorb every sensation, every delight she offered. Then she lowered her body and let the rigid little poker move up into her vagina where his whole hand and most of his forearm had been.
"AAAAaaaahhhh!!!!" The sound was a prolonged sigh of delight as she sank it in all the way. He could feel her wet hair and the thick hot lips of her cunt on his crotch. Shockwaves of heat came from the contact and shot through his belly and down his legs.
He couldn't be quiet. "Oh, hey!"
"Yes, darling, yes. You're going to enjoy this! You are really going to enjoy this!!!"
"What are you doing?" It wasn't really a question but a cry of need from his body. A need he did not understand fully but that he liked and wanted to know more about and that he wanted to have satisfied.
She took his question literally. "It's called fucking, baby. Your lovely little cock is up my cunt and I'm going to take it for the loveliest ride." Already her body was moving back and forth on the rigid poker. She was partially supporting her weight but the full force of her torso was behind each thrust. His prick seemed to grow again, adding inches to its length and touching deep inside her cunt to feel the pulpy thick walls his hand and wrist had explored and found so exciting. It excited him, thrilled him, made him pant for air and for more!
"Oh boy!! Jeepers!!! Oooohhh, hhheeeyyyy!!!" He was so hot he lost all sight of reason. His body was on fire and she was pouring on more fuel.
"Uuuuummmm, you're so goooodddd!!!! Soooooo goooooddd!!! Ooooohhhh! I'm getting hot. I'm ready to cuuuuummmmm!!!!!" She whipped her hips back and forth and jammed the child's heavenly prick as deep into her pussy as she could. The lovely little virgin cock had become a mighty lance thrusting up into her belly, drilling holes into her vaginal walls, touching and teasing the tiny muscle that sealed off the passage to her uterus to add new dimension to her lust. Her heavy breasts bounced hard on her ribs with each jerk of her body. The boy wanted to touch them, try to hold them, but his body was so wracked with the fire she'd built he had to spread his hands on her lovely shadowy thighs and hold on for dear life.
Again and again she slammed against him, driving his cock deep into her cunt. The little summer house was filled with the sounds of their need and the slapping of their private parts. And then she was ready and felt the answering readiness from the boy who had never cum before.
"Yeeeesss, here we go," she said. "Yeeesss, goooddd!!! Let it go, let it shoot out!!! Aaaauuuggghhh, I'm cuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!!!!" She cried out the words and her body hit onto his spearing thrusts. His cock ballooned with a sudden spurt of pressure.
Then he knew what she was talking about. It happened. His first climax overwhelmed him. "Ooooohhhh, uuuugggghhhh, uuuuuuhhhhhh!" The hot thick stuff shot out of the beaten prick like a bullet. It burned all the way out and then anew as she continued to ride him hard and smear it all over his own organ. She felt suddenly very hot and wet, hotter and wetter than before. She must have shot a load similar to his. For a long time, he lost track of everything but the joy that filled his whole body. The heat and whirling delight that started in his penis whashed through his whole body, leaving him limp and drained. He gasped for each breath.
On top of him, Vivian shared his complete joy. The lovely little pecker had given her what she wanted, what she needed. It had learned its lesson well and had satisfied her completely. Ooooh, she shivered with pagan pleasure.
She grabbed Clint's shoulders and pulled him to a sitting position as she slid her weight backward so she could sit between his legs without letting his unburdened prick slip out of her. She enjoyed holding it in her cunt, feeling its radiating heat. She wrapped her arms around the child and hugged him to her breasts.
"That was marvelous, Clint, just marvelous. You were great-You fucked better than any man I've ever had." She hugged him tight.
"Gee, hey, yeah, wasn't that something!" He was still so excited he couldn't think straight. The experience had shaken him and left him quivering.
She pressed his crotch harder against her wet body and twitched her vaginal muscles to tease him. "Did you really like it?" She wanted to hear him talk about it, thank her. It was as though his thanks would expiate her guilt.
"Jeepers, yes! I've never had anything like it!" He got brave enough to put his hand on one of the big tits that was hanging between their pressed bodies.
"Mmm, yes, you play there all you want. Mmmmmm," she shivered as he plunged his finger deep into the rosy pool in search of the nipple that had gone soft. "I'm so glad you liked it. I'm so glad you're going to stay all week. Would you like to fuck more? Shall I come back to you again?"
"Yeah!" He wanted her to never go away.
She smiled in the darkness and raised his head so she could cover his lovely baby lips with her hungry mouth. She had so much to teach him. So very much!!!
Neither of them heard the tiny sound outside. Suddenly a beam of light caught them as they sat, sex organs plastered together with mingled cum, lips searching hungrily at each other, arms embracing the nakedness and delight they shared.
An angry voice demanded, "What the hell is going on here?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Dad!" The guilt-stricken boy pulled away from the naked woman.
"Clint! What-?!!!!" The man was unable to complete the horrible thought. There was no question in his mind, no room for doubt about what had been going on. The beam of light swept over the boy's nude body, the glistening wet penis that pulled out of the woman's drooling cunt.
Vivian blinked in the glaring light and sat frozen with fear. She made no effort to cover her nudity. It was as if she were a statue, an obscene even pornographic piece of stone on display for every eye to see.
The man yanked the door of the summer house almost from its hinges. His face was hidden in the darkness behind the shaft of light but his voice was a tightly coiled spring of anger. "Pick up your pajamas and get in the house!" He flooded the boy with the light.
The boy stumbled to his feet and grabbed the clothes. Half-crawling, half running, he moved past his father and out of the screened enclosure. He was sobbing softly, terrified of his father's anger, shamed with his own guilt.
When the sound of his footfalls had been lost in the distance, Quent Conners raised the light to Vivian again. She still sat, legs splayed, where she'd been with the boy.
"You dirty whore! You goddamn dirty bitch! I ought to kill you!" He stepped closer and the light blinded her.
She closed her eyes and waited for his blow. Time seemed endless, unmoving and heavy.
She could hear his rasping, harsh, labored breaths. She felt the light recede and then vanish as he snapped it off. The soft strangled sound of sobs and curses were the only disturbance in the suddenly quiet night again. Vivian opened her eyes. He was out-lined against the screen, a pathetic figure with shoulders hunched and shaking.
The sound of her voice brought back his wrath. "Get out of here! Go before I kill you, you damned lousy bitch!" The words were cold daggers slicing through the air.
Vivian managed to get her feet under her. He stepped back as though wanting to avoid any possible contact with her. She stood up and walked to the door. "Mr. Conners, I-"
His arm came up threateningly. "Get out!"
Trembling, she picked up her robe and sandals and hurried out of the enclosure. She rushed down the path still clutching her things, not stopping to put them on. When she passed the cabin she saw the dim light in the bedroom. The grove of trees had effectively screened it from her view before, even if she had taken time to look for it. She had been so completely absorbed in her pleasure with the boy, she had not considered anything else. Had they made enough noise to awaken the man? She bit her lip as the fear filled her. My God! What had she done!
She dashed along the road until the tight pain in her chest made her stop and catch her breath. The moonlight bathed her nude body. She was perspiring even though the night was cool. Fear and horror made her tremble, not the cold. She began to cry, silent tears and heavy sobs that exploded inside her. She felt the thick sludge of sex juice and semen dribble from her vagina and smear over her thighs. As it dried, her skin felt tight and strangling.
Suddenly very sober, all traces of alcohol burned from her system, she saw the full horror of the picture. Not only had she seduced the child and been caught, but she had ruined Warren's chances for any kind of business deal with Conners. He was so angry there was no telling what he would do! The thought of the police coming with a warrant for her on charges of-what? Would it be rape? Contributing to the delinquency of a minor? The sobs shook her again.
She slipped her arms into the robe and bent to put the sandals on her feet. Very slowly she started to walk again. She had to think. Her first impulse was to run and hide, never to see Warren or any of them again. But she knew she couldn't do that. She had no place to go, no one to turn to. She had to stay.
The air began to quiet her nerves and let her head clear. She thought about it again, forcing her memory away from the delight and onto the danger. Quent Conners had been so angry he would not even listen to her. She thought about Clint in the cabin, right now having to face his father's ire. The man doted on the boy, and Vivian prayed that his love would be strong enough to prevent him from beating the child. It would be her fault!!! Anything that happened would be her fault!! She sobbed out loud.
She was at the farmhouse now. She stood near the steps, unable to force herself to climb them. Inside, Warren would still be sleeping, unaware of the way she had ruined his life too. She couldn't go in even if he were asleep. She felt dirty and defiled, low and unworthy of even his unfulfilling love. She walked around the corner of the house and down the slope to the lake.
On the dock, she dropped the robe and shoes and slid into the water. It felt surprisingly warm in the cool night air, and she submerged herself quickly. The water covered her, washed her clean, soothed her. She swam in long even strokes away from the dock.
She swam a long time into deep water before she turned and stopped. She was far from shore, a small bobbing head in the glassy water. The ripples that followed her path were a wide pattern heading toward shore. Far in the distance, a loon cried a sorrow to match hers.
But she felt better now. The exercise and refreshing cool water had taken away the burning fire of her belly and the tortured pain of guilt. It was done, she could not undo it. And no matter what happened, she knew that she could not fool herself into believing she had not enjoyed it. She treaded water, then turned on her back and floated with her face to the moon.
No, she had to be honest with herself. Even if what she had done was wrong, it had filled her and thrilled her. Just as taking Andy had thrilled her. She liked young flesh, clean innocent pure virgin cocks that she could lick and love for their initial adventures in the world of sex. She smiled and closed her eyes. Yes, it was true. She had loved every minute of it! And somehow, deep inside, she knew that she would have to taste and test others like Andy and Clint in the future.
She laughed softly and rolled onto her belly. Then with a quick surface dive, her ass flashed out of the water and then vanished as her body submerged. She swam underwater until her lungs were ready to burst, then broke the surface and swam with swift strong strokes for the dock. She climbed up and dried her glistening body with the robe, picked up her shoes and returned to the house.
In the bedroom, Warren was still snoring gently. She climbed into the bed and curled up on her own side, not touching him. She would worry about tomorrow when it came. Exhausted, she fell asleep quickly.
When she awoke, the sun was already streaming into the window and splashing across the braided rug. She stretched luxuriously, feeling great. For the moment she forgot the nightmare of what had happened the night before. Automatically, she turned and moved toward the enticing warmth of her husband's body. He stirred as soon as she touched him. At that same instant, the memory came back! She pulled away as if she had been seared by a high flame.
Warren woke slowly, grunting and dragging himself from the dregs of sleep reluctantly. He turned and looked at her. Memory flooded back to him too. With guilt, he realized he'd passed out without giving her all the sex he'd promised and that he knew damn well she wanted. And, he'd conked out before he could bring up his idea, enlist her help in softening up Conners.
"Hey, baby, good morning." He grinned at her. Her smile was less than enthusiastic. "Hell, I'm sorry about last night. I guess I had too much to drink. Christ, I'm really sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you right now." He moved closer to her, his hands roaming the warm tangle of sheets in search of her naked body. He cupped a tit in his palm and massaged it gently. "You were so great last night you tuckered me out. And all that booze." He shook his head and grinned. "You're too much for me!" He lifted his face and kissed her, surprised when she did not turn to him with open lips. She'd been ticked off before, but she'd never been so cold when he tried to give her encouragement for sex.
He moved his hand down her body and found the deep canyon of her crotch. He insinuated his fingers into the hairy folds, parting them and teasing the ripe thick flesh beyond. She couldn't resist that. Her body answered first. Her legs parted ever so slightly and the heat became damp. He pinched her clitoris, rubbing the bud firmly between his thumb and forefinger. She squirmed and pulled her knees up, letting them fall sideways to open her body for him. She bit her lip but said nothing.
She was trying to find a way to tell him. He had to know before Conners broke the news-or the police. Yet she couldn't, not now. His hand was so warm, so delightful, so comforting. She would wait, at least long enough for him to finish what he had started last night. Then she would tell him. She turned and smiled, flicked her tongue over her lips. The fingers slid between the moist thick curtains of her labia and entered her vagina.
"Wanna fuck?" His grin was an invitation, so was his hand.
"Yes."
"Forgive me for last night?"
"Only if you screw me so hard I blow my mind!"
"You're asking for it, baby!"
"Uh-huh, I sure am. What are you going to do about it?"
He showed her. His hand began a fast finger-fuck game inside her cunt. He raised himself on his elbow so he could really pound it home. He threw back the sheet and caught one bobbing tit in his mouth and sucked it hard. She squirmed with delight and with the heat that was bubbling inside her. She humped her hips in time with his thrusting hand.
She was hot, excited and ready. The thought of what lay behind and what lay ahead were pushed from her consciousness. She knew only now. Her belly gripped his hand and tried to eat it up. She lifted her arms and held his face to the hot dribbling nipple and the heavy swollen tit.
"Oh, yes, hit me harder!!!! Fuck it, get that hand up there!!! Yes!!!! YES!!!! Oooooohhhhh, mmmmmm, here I cuuuuummmmm!!!" Her body heaved and slapped against his wet hand, sucking it into her hugging tunnel of love. His fingers set off an explosion like a mortar shell in her belly, and her ready supply of cum lather sprayed his flying fingers. She twisted and whimpered with pleasure as he finished her off expertly.
He grinned at her and lifted his face to hers and kissed her. "Was it good, baby?"
"Umm."
He grinned wider. "I've got a hard-on."
"Mmmm."
"Want it?"
"Yes."
"How? Straight up or from the rear gate?"
She frowned and pretended to think it over. Anything he did was all right, but she enjoyed the pleasure of having him ask her. "Put it up from the rear. We haven't done that for a long time."
"Your wish is my command, honey. Roll over." He pulled his sopping hand from her cunt and slapped her ass as she rolled onto her side and pulled her knees up. He maneuvered himself to curl up behind her, his hard bulging ramrod cock spear-headed between her thighs. She lifted one leg to help him. He used his hand to separate the juicy lips of her vulva and insert his cock. He held it until it slipped up easily into the wet swamp of her cunt.
"Uuuuummmm." She felt the hard shaft plunge through the quagmire of cunt juice. He pushed his body against her ass and the long javelin poked forward. It opened the inner muscle of her uterus and made her tingle with anticipation. He moved his hand around to her belly and then downward to find her clitoris with his fingers. The double-barrelled action of hand and prick sent her into orbit.
"Oh God...! Yes!!!!!! Ooooooohhhhhh!!!!!" Vivian heaved her body and slammed it onto the loving, fucking, jabbing steam shovel that gobbled her up in huge gulps.
"Christ! I'm so fucking hot I'm going to cum damned soon!" He plunged and skinned back for another thrust.
"Oooohhhhhooooo ... please!!!! NOW!!! NOW!!"
Warren felt her trickly cunt juices begin again and they triggered the hot load he was holding. The end of his bulging cockhead slit open and the heavy thick cream of semen spurted up into her uterus. The inner muscle tried to snap shut on his spearing cock but the pile-driving force pushed it open again and again for long repeated thrusts. "Yeah, baby!!!! I'm cuuuummmmmiiiinnnnggggg!!! You're getting it allllll!" He punctuated his words with harder jabs into her hot hell hole. His hands tightened on the huge domes of her tits which were ready to explode with her violent orgasm.
When the swiftly moving bodies finally slowed, both of them were panting with fulfilled pleasure and the exertion. Warren held her close, his fingers still mauling her tits gently. "Christ that was good! I haven't cum like that for a long time! We should do this more often, lover!"
"Mmmmm." Her body rippled with the after-waves of joy that had filled her. Her mind, freed temporarily of need, went back to the problem she had to face. It would only get more difficult if she put it off longer.
"Warren?"
"Yeah, baby?" He squeezed her tits and pushed his deflating cock into her again.
"I have to tell you something."
He kissed the back of her neck. "It'll keep, baby."
"No, I have to tell you now."
"Nope, won't listen. I want to lay right here and hold my fucking cock in you until it gets hard again. Then I want to take you into the shower and do it underwater. Then I want to-"
"Warren, please."
"No, baby, you listen to me. I wanted to tell you this last night but I passed out like a goddamned schoolboy."
His choice of expressions made Vivian start with guilt.
"Baby, I know I haven't given you enough good fucking lately. I've been so damned wrapped up in my work I've cut off your supply. I don't blame you for feeling neglected. But things are going to change. I promise." He kissed her neck again.
Vivian shivered.
"Honey, I had a great idea yesterday," he went on. "It'll help solve all our problems, but I need your help. Will you help me?"
"Help you? I don't understand." Her mind was filled with the harm and havoc she'd already created that he knew nothing about. Maybe, there was a slim chance, maybe she could do something that would pay off part of her guilty debt. "What do you want me to do?"
He didn't answer right away, playing at her breasts and vagina with his hands and sex organs.
Then he told her. "I want you to seduce Quent Conners."
She jumped as though she'd been scalded with fiery fuel. "What??!!"
Misunderstanding her reaction, he gripped her body tighter and hugged her to his naked chest and belly. "Now don't say no before you think it over. It's not such a bad idea if you look at it from all angles. You like sex, he's starved for it. He's practically lived like a hermit since his wife died. He's so goddamn hot and needs a woman so bad he can almost taste it. I watched him yesterday, I know I'm right! And he needs a woman who won't try to hold him in any way afterwards. He's too proud to use call girls or whores. A nice friendly married woman like you would be the answer to his prayers. Especially if he knows I don't object." The silence in the house was loud around them. Softly, Warren added, "And I suspect he might turn out to be a pretty damned good swinger once you got him on the vine."
Her shoulders began to heave and he thought she was crying. "Hey, baby! Don't! What are you crying for? Lots of married people swap and swing. There's nothing wrong with the idea."
She heaved harder, then threw her head back. She was laughing! Her rippling mirth burst into the room.
"Viv? What's so funny?"
She couldn't stop laughing for a long time. He was confused, but took advantage of her apparent good humor and joined her. He nuzzled her neck.
"Will you do it then, baby? If you make him happy, he'll sign that contract and we can all be happy-together!"
She swallowed the gulping jolts. "Oh, Warren. You don't know what you're saying!"
"Sure I do! Why can't we turn on to sex? And he does need it, another man can spot these things."
She was still, her face hidden from him half buried in the pillow. "You'd better listen to what I wanted to tell you before."
He sensed the change in her tone. "Okay, shoot."
With stumbling words she managed to tell him how she had gone to the boy last night and what had ensued. Her voice was a bare whisper when she related how Quent had caught them in the act with his flashlight and anger. When she finished, the house was quiet again, as quiet as death. It was as if a cold wind had blown across them and she scarcely dared breathe.
"Warren? Are you mad? I don't blame you. I-" There were no words to go on. The silence closed around her again.
It seemed like a very long time before he spoke. At first she couldn't be sure she'd even heard.
"Shit! That makes a difference. We may have to approach the old man differently."
In shock, she realized that he was not horrified by what she had done. His only concern was that he had a new angle to consider. She twisted her neck and looked at him.
"It's okay, baby, I understand. Hell, I don't even blame you for digging the kid. If you get kicks that way, it's all right with me. I like an occasional piece of young ass myself!" He grinned and lifted his mouth to kiss hers lightly. "But we'd better get a move on and make sure Conners doesn't split the scene before we can patch things up!" He pulled his limp, damp cock from her cummy vagina and rolled away from her. "Let's take a quick shower, but no fucking around. I want you nice and hot and ready for old Quent."
Stunned, she looked at him, mouth agape. "But-the boy-the-"
"Hurry." He was already on his feet and trying to drag her up. "Look, Quent isn't going to call the fuzz. He's not going to do a goddamned thing that might cause any kind of trouble for that kid. So you can forget about that. He can't undo the rape of his baby, so he'll damn well have to accept it. And, unless I'm a two-way blind cocksucker, the little scene he witnessed last night has him on the ropes and gasping for a woman by now. Hell, I wish you had awakened me right away and told me this last night. We could have moved in while he was at white heat. But I'm betting he hasn't gotten over it. His frustration is too deep to cover that fast. Come on, in the shower. Then put on your prettiest and sexiest pair of shorts and top, and don't bother with any underwear. We're going to tease and tantalize him right out of his skull."
She quick-stepped behind him as he dragged her into the bathroom. "But what in the world will I say to him? How can I face him?"
Warren grinned and turned on the shower and tested it with his hand. "Hell, we can say you've come to apologize. That's a pretty good opening line!" He pulled her into the shower and handed her a bar of soap. "Clean yourself up pretty, baby, we're gonna make a fucking house call!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Warren parked his car at the head of the drive instead of pulling all the way down into the lot. The drive was narrow and there was only enough room for one car in the clearing and he didn't like the idea of having to back all the way up. He held Viv's hand as they walked down to the cabin.
Vivian had dressed in a pair of white hot pants that fit her like a second skin. The blouse was a summer knit, thin enough to let the cool breezes in and not quite heavy enough to disguise the dark patches where her heavy breasts strained the areolas and nipples against the cloth. The, little pips that protruded under the cloth were a delightful invitation to any man's eyes.
Warren rapped on the kitchen door softly. There was no answer. But the car was here, and there was no evidence of any hasty packing.
The inner door was closed, but Warren opened the screen and tried the knob. The door swung in. He turned and looked at Vivian quickly and something in his manner warned her to be quiet. They stepped into the cabin and Warren closed the door softly.
It was then they heard the low murmur of voices from the bedroom. Warren moved forward on she had before.
The bedroom door was open and a corner of the unmade bed with its tangle of bedclothes was visible. Warren stepped to one side and was able to view the scene by looking into the big mirror over the dresser across from him. His mouth opened and he laughed silently. He pulled Viv close and pointed to the framed reflection.
In the bedroom, Quent Conners was lying on the bed, still in his pajamas but the top unbuttoned to expose his massive chest and its curls of dark hair. Sitting very close to him, completely naked, was Patty LaRue! The girl was rubbing her hands over the man's body, feeling the hairy chest, trying to insinuate her palm under the string of the trousers at his waist.
"But I want you to make love to me. You can't deny that you're getting horny." Her hand moved quickly over the folded fly of the pants and caught the hard bulge of his cock.
"Stop that! It's-it's impossible!" His voice was a strangled protest, but he did not pull away from her groping hands.
"Why? I'm a big girl. Look," she thrust her chest forward and made her boobs bounce right in front of his face. "Suck it, go on, please. I want you to, I want you to make violent love to me! I want you to screw me!!!" She was rubbing the tit right across his face, pushing the hard kernel of the nipple to his lips.
He tried to tell himself he opened his mouth to protest, but before any words got out, the nipple got in. Then he was helpless. It was burning his lips, demanding the fire be put out by his tongue. He licked it once, and she pressed it to him harder. All the time, her hot little hand was digging at his balls and cock. He went out of his mind!
He yanked the girl down and nuzzled the lovely tit in his mouth. His hands began to explore her body, enjoying the warm delightful offering of flesh, finding the quickly presented crevice between her thighs and entering the hot wet tunnel of her cunt. His fingers began to beat out a rhythm in it, sloshing in the wetness he found there and never questioned. She was a woman, not a child, and she was ready and waiting for him. His balls ached. Then she got his pajama bottom unfastened and was on his sex organ, fingering and palming the heavy dick which was already hard, out from its nest.
Christ! He was so hot he was ready to cum in her tight little fist. But he didn't want that! He wanted to drive that burning prick up into the little girl tunnel between her legs. He wanted to take her with a violence born of need, a hot desire that demanded actual copulation. Man in woman. He yanked his mouth from the tit.
"Get up here, and sink that cock in your hole!"
The girl's eyes gleamed and she leaped quickly to the bed, straddling him like a pro, using her hands to aim the shaft of flesh between her spread legs and into the slit. Her eyes glazed and her tongue flicked across her lips eagerly. Then she shoved herself onto the rigid dagger of his need.
"Ooooooo!" She squealed with pleasure and began immediately to rock back and forth on the heavenly poking knife. "MMmmmm!"
"God help me!" He caught her hips and helped her swing her body back and forth on the organ. He was wild with hot desire, crazy with wanting to get his fill. The scene last night when he'd found Clint and Vivian together had tortured him with nightmares and hard-ons all night. He'd finally fallen into a troubled sleep near dawn, and when he awoke, this one was standing next to the bed with no clothes on, teasing and begging him! He had resisted but it had been useless. His own body betrayed him too violently. He could not deny the thirsty lust any longer. Now he had, and Christ was she riding him!!!!
"Go, girl go!" he told her.
She grinned like it was the most fun she'd ever had. It was! She knew it! The lesson she'd learned yesterday from her kid brother had been one that made her want a higher education. Seeing this man lying here this morning when she came to work had simply driven her to try her bold experiment. And now it was paying off!!! And the jockey post she'd assumed came as naturally to her as though she'd always known it! She humped with violent hugging motions, pulling with her active vaginal muscles, rubbing her hard ass along his hairy crotch with each thrust. God! He was so far up in her it was like being stabbed. His dick was longer than Andy's, bigger and fatter! She liked it! It was like a post-hole digger scooping into her belly to find what it wanted! And she was ready to give it to him.
"Uuuuuhhhh, I'm ready to cuuuummmmm!!!" She jammed her cunt to him.
Quent let out a long wail of relief and joy as she forced his climax. "Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!!" His face contorted in spasms of driving lust and fulfillment as his balls erupted and shot the boiling load of sticky semen through his cock. All his frustrations and anger went with it. "Take it all!!" He grabbed her flying hips and urged her body to pound harder onto his prick. His body was covered with sweat, glistening and slippery under the girl's smooth ass.
In the doorway, Warren and Vivian pressed close to watch. The couple on the bed were too far gone to even notice, and the pair in the doorway advanced almost into the room. Warren's first thoughts had been sheer delight at finding the other man in such a compromising position. It was even better than he'd hoped for!!! He'd never had any doubts about Conners' horniness, but he had expected he and Viv would have to coax him into bed. Instead, here he was all primed and cumming! This little trick had turned out to be more than he bargained for!! He'd never seen the girl but he knew she must be the kid who was supposed to clean the cabin and cook for Conners!! Christ, was she cleaning and cooking!! He watched her beautiful boobs, already woman-size, bounce and clump on her ribs. And her smooth white ass was a thing of beauty where it slid over Quent's hairy thighs and pushed against his burgeoning sex organs. God, she was something! He felt his cock stir and press against his slacks. He was getting hot and he wanted to get a piece of the action.
Beside him, Vivian watched the couple on the bed too. Her first shock at seeing the writhing naked bodies, Quent Conners' cock spring to life, had been quickly erased by her own hot feelings. A warm glow spread from her belly to her crotch, and she began to feel the delightful dampness between her legs. Warren had been right. Conners was a case of need! Ohhhhh, how she wished she were riding him instead of the girl! She'd show him what good fucking was!!! She'd make up to him the grief she'd caused him last night. She wondered where Clint was and the very thought of him made her secretions pour. Mmmmm, that lovely little boy cock-she could still taste its strong flavor and feel it up in her belly. She shivered with delight.
Warren slipped his arm around her without taking his eyes off the scene on the bed. His hand went under the white shirt and grabbed one of her loose lovely tits and he played with it almost absently. But there was real purpose in his cupping, hugging motions and in the probing finger that found the nipple and raised it to attention. She glanced down and saw the hard bulge at his crotch. He was getting hot too!
When the couple on the bed began to scream out their agonized cums, Warren turned to Viv. In a swift motion, he skinned the shirt up and over her head to expose her lovely torso. He made a quick jerking movement with his head and she knew he wanted her to take off the shorts. He was already stripping his own clothes off. They were going to join the party!!
They reached the bed just as Conners was gasping out the delightful crescendo of his orgasm. Both he and Patty saw the newcomers at the same instant, yet their pumping bodies could not stop. They were beyond interruption, as Warren and Viv well knew.
"Christ, look at her go!" Warren said in awe. The girl smiled and humped harder on the other man's cock. "Look at that lovely little ass bounce!!!" Warren climbed up behind the girl and tried to hold her flailing body. His hands were around her, hanging on to the lovely, bobbing tits. Each time she moved back, her ass whacked against his stiff cock and she squealed with delight.
Quent's hungry eyes went to Vivian. In the daylight, she was even more beautiful and exciting than she had been in the beam of his flashlight. He completely forgot the shock and horror he'd felt at what she'd done to Clint. Deep inside, he knew that he could not shield his son from the truth of life, could not protect him from every encounter. The kid had to learn about a hell of a lot of things. But right now, the father could only consider his own over-heated lust. The beautiful woman standing next to him was watching him with glazed eyes. Her tongue moved over her red lips as though she were tasting the flavor of love. His eyes told her he wanted her.
Vivian moved closer. Quent's hand went to her leg, moved up slowly at first then quickly. She stood with her feet apart and let him find the heavy wet folds of her pussy. She smiled and shivered with delight as he poked his fingers into the pulpy wet haven. She needed no further invitation. Quickly, she got herself onto the bed close to his head and let his hand go all the way in her. She was dripping with cunt juice, ready to take anything he wanted to do. She wanted to feel his tongue and lips on her erotic flesh. She wanted him to eat her pussy.
Warren and the girl were rolling off Quent's cock. Warren had both her tits in his hands and she fell on top of him. His cock speared between her legs from behind and Patty reached down quickly to try to force it into the cunt that had just left Conners' cock. She grunted and laughed but finally managed to bend her body to force the penetration. Warren angled his body so his cock had no trouble staying where she'd put it. His hands still held those wonderful big tits and the girl wiggled and squirmed in his arms. Her ass was hot on his belly. "I was aiming for your asshole, baby!" he said with a laugh. "But this will do for starters!!!"
"Ummmm, you're so big and hard!" She grabbed his hands and held them tight to her tits.
Vivian took advantage of the girl's departure and quickly got onto the bed over Quent. She moved close to his head, opening her crotch to let him look right up into it where it hung over his face. "Quent, Quent!" she said his name softly over and over. It was her apology for last night, her appeal for now. He understood. He smiled at her then his glance went back to the delightful offering she made. The ruby red glistening labia were right in front of his eyes. He brought his hands up and touched them. She shivered.
"Ummm, yes."
He spread them with his fingers, and rubbed at the thick white cream of her secretions that had already collected in the moist depths of each crevice. He found her clitoris and rolled it between his fingers. She moaned and stiffened with pleasure. Then she cupped her own breasts and lifted them until they stood out. If he could take his eyes from the sweet dripping pussy, he had a beautiful view of her high-rising breasts held out over him. She was gorgeous, a vision of delight. He wanted to lick and kiss those big tits, but they would have to wait. He had something else that took precedence right now!
He coaxed her down without letting go of the heavy lips of love and he touched his tongue to the sweet nectar. She sucked in her breath as the heavenly thrill raced through her. His tongue moved across her labia, tickled her clitoris. His lips closed around the hard bud and began to suck it. She had to grip the headboard of the bed to keep from falling over.
"Ohhhh, that's so good. I want you to eat me!! Love me, yes, yes!!" She shuddered with huge wracking shivers and pressed her cunt closer onto the lovely mouth. His tongue speared up into it and began lapping at the walls and drinking thirstily of their juice.
Warren and Patty rolled closer to the others. "Here," Warren said in gasping breaths, "grab some of this tit while you eat that cunt!"
Patty's body brushed against his waist and even though he couldn't see her because of the beautiful blockade of Vivian's body over his face, he grabbed. He felt the hard cone tip and the radiant heat. He played with the heavy tit in ecstasy.
Then he felt Patty's hand grab his sticky wet cock! She lifted it and began to pump it back to an erection. It had not even gone very soft. As soon as the wet cum-cunt had left it, he had started on a new adventure of mouth to cunt resusitation and there had been no let up in the heat that glowed in his guts. It had been a long time since he had had good sex play, and he was making the most of it. His wife had been dead four years and in that time he had only had brief almost clinical sessions of intercourse with various women when his need was overpowering. But this was different. He let go completely and forgot anything but the wild desire to fuck and be fucked. Yesterday was forgotten, tomorrow had not come. There was only NOW!
Above him, Vivian moaned with the delight of the prolonged cunnilingus and the stabbing tongue brought her to a quick orgasm. He drank up her spurting juice as fast as it poured from her. The loud sucking noises he made excited her, and she let him drink his fill.
"Christ, I'm cuuummmiinnngggg!" It was Warren. Patty was still caught in his arms and his cock was trapped in her cunt and held by her tight squirming thighs. The girl laughed in delight and pumped harder on Quent's penis.
Quent pulled his mouth away from the three-course meal between Vivian's thighs. 'God! I'm hot all over again!"
Vivian moved down. "Take me, please. I want you to! I want you to do anything you want, anything that pleases you!!! I have to make it up to you!"
"Okay! Yes, I want you. I've wanted you since I saw you last night! My God, woman, you're beautiful!! You have an exciting body! Let me at it." "Tell me, tell me, yes, hold me." She pushed the other two aside and lay atop Quent full length. She kissed him, pressing her face to his in need. She whispered in his ear, breathing hard and licking his earlobe with each word. "Tell me how you want it."
Her body was a length of flaming passion on his. His hard cock was trapped between them, ready to break off. He wanted to feel it in the tight tunnel of her asshole! He told her so.
"Yes, yes," she murmured and licked his ear again. Then she got to her hands and knees and presented her rump to him. He got behind her and stood on his knees. The flagpole of his cock was at full mast, and he touched it to her tight rectal muscle. The sticky wetness of Patty's cum and his own semen had partially dried but new pre-seminal fluid was already oozing from his slit. He rubbed it across the tiny puckered asshole.
"Look at that!" Patty exclaimed. "He's gonna go up her ass!" The girl watched the performance with eager eyes.
"Haven't you ever had a cock in your ass?" Warren asked.
"No! Oh, boy! Will she cum that way?" She was eager to learn.
"You better believe it! Come here, baby, get my steam heat up again and I'll teach you the delights of asshole fucking!" Warren pulled her back to him.
"Mmmm, goodie!" She was game.
Vivian forgot about them. She had something more important to think about. The hard tip of Quent's bulging hot prick was forcing its way into the tight sphincter of her asshole. She leaned forward on her shoulders and took a deep breath. The muscle relaxed and he slipped in. The cock was a hard bulge, stretching and distending her rectum. But it made shivers race through her body. Her cunt was wet and dripping again. God! She wished Clint or Andy were here to suck it! Or better still, she could hold the young babycock right up there in her cunt while his father screwed her asshole!!!! A family affair!! That would be the best! She licked her lips and tried to imagine delight beyond what she felt now. It seemed impossible, but she knew it could be if she had the child here too!!!
Then Quent was in all the way. His overgrown prick was a stabbing, piercing javelin in her rectum. The hot hugging tunnel grew wet with his slime as he began to pump back and forth in it!
"OOooooohhhh, uuuuummmmm!!!!!" Vivian groaned with pleasure.
"Hey," Warren said, "hold back your fire, man. I'm going to get inside this virgin asshole and we'll blow them together!" He yanked Patty to her knees and got behind her in stabbing position. The two men grinned at each other and Warren began to push his cock into the baby hole. It was so damned tight it wouldn't give.
"Shit, relax honey. I can't get in there if you tighten all up."
"Oooooo, how? I don't know what to do!!! Tell me, I want it so bad!!!" Patty was almost weeping.
"Go limp, breathe through your mouth." Warren was fingering the tight muscle, rimming it with gentle soothing strokes.
"Ummmm, okay." She sucked air in deep draughts.
He pushed his cock to the ring again. He bent over and got his hands under her and found her cunt. He began to play in the heavy thick suds that lingered there from their previous coitus. She sucked in air again and he leaned his weight onto the bulging wet cock. Her asshole muscle gave and the head of his prick entered.
She screamed.
"Easy, baby! This is only the beginning!"
"I'm on fire! God, I'm so hot!!!" She was crying now, sobs muffled into the bed, sobs that evidenced her need. "Push it in!"
"I don't want to rip you apart."
"I don't care!!! Give it to me!!!" He followed her instructions and pressed harder. The cock sank in to the hilt. He gasped as the strangling noose of her rectum tightened around him.
Quent and Vivian had not been idle. His continued thrusts into her asshole had brought them both to the height of excitement. It had been over four years since Quent Conners had gotten his prick in an asshole, and the fire was too great to hold back.
"I can't wait!" He forced the words between clenched teeth. Vivian's hot rectum was squeezing his load right out of him. "Uuuuugggghhhh!!! Here it comes!!!!!!" His warning was hardly a second too soon.
Vivian felt the sudden spurt of molten lava fill her rectum. She felt the heat radiate and grip her uterus. She came right with him! Her belly tightened just as if the hot prick were in her cunt.
Her muscles quivered and she rose to ecstatic orgasm as he shoved the erupting volcano harder into her.
It sounded like an echo in the room. Patty's voice rose to join Viv's and the two men unloaded their cum into the twin holes.
In the doorway, Clint stood transfixed by the sight. He had been fishing, fled the cabin before his father was awake this morning. He'd rowed the boat out onto the lake and sat for a long time with his line over the side. But his mind was on something other than fish. He dreaded facing his dad after what had happened last night. His father had said nothing when he returned to the cabin after the events in the summer house. White-faced and tight-lipped, he had snapped off the light and gotten back into his bed. Clint had slept well, exhausted after the extensive lesson in love. But his guilt and fear had come back in full force with the morning. And he'd gone away to think. He had come back ready to apologize to his father and promise that he would stay away from Mrs. Harrow. But the sight that met his eyes had wiped away all of his own guilt. The foursome on the bed were doing things he had never dreamed possible. As he watched, he felt the peculiar rumblings in his belly. Only now he no longer had to wonder what they were. It was like last night, when the woman had cuddled his sex organs, played with him, sucked him. His erection struggled into existence again just as the four on the bed cried out an orgastic pleasure.
The young cock was hard against the shorts he'd donned. He moved into the room.
His father saw him first. "Clint!" He quickly pulled his shit-coated cock out of Vivian's fragrant, juicy asshole. The other two didn't even bother to move but clung together in a painted picture of delight. Vivian looked up quickly.
Clint managed a tremulous smile. "We even now, Dad?"
For a moment the man was too stunned to speak. His face reddened with a flush of embarrassment.
It was Vivian who spoke. "Don't be angry at him, Quent. He's a lot bigger than you think. Give him credit for growing up. Don't try to keep him a baby!" Her words were soft but seemed to ring in the still room. Quent sat down heavily. His semi-soft prick was still coated with the heavy cream of his cum and her waste.
She sat up and put her arm around the man. "You can't hide in the past, Quent. Your wife is dead-gone. Nothing you can do will change that. Stop feeling guilty. Stop hiding from reality!" She glanced at Clint and signaled him with her eyes. He approached his father and stood before him. For a long time the room was quiet.
"Dad?"
Quent looked up. Clint smiled. "Why don't we start over again? I think I understand a lot of things I didn't before." He put his hand on his father's shoulder. "Maybe we've both been blaming ourselves and each other about Mom. I admit I believed it was your fault she drank so much. I know now it wasn't anyone's fault but hers. She was the one who couldn't cope with life."
Quent Conners looked at his boy. "You're right. I used my work as a good excuse to stay away from the problem because I didn't know what to do. Just like I use my work to stay away from you now." He smiled. "I guess maybe I've grown up a little too these past couple of days." He put his arm around the boy's legs and pulled him close. For a moment, the two exchanged silent understanding.
Vivian looked at Warren. It could have been them saying the same words. She smiled and he smiled back.
"I hope we didn't shock you with all this," Quent said to the boy. He glanced around at the others on the bed. "I guess you came in at a pretty busy time!" He laughed softly. "Just like I walked in on you last night. Yes, son, we're even now. And you're not a kid any more."
"Boy, I'll say. Look," he pushed his crotch out. "I got a hard-on just watching you all!!!"
They all laughed softly. Then Vivian held out her hand to him. "If it's okay with your father, I'll take care of that for you."
Quent looked at the boy and then at the woman. "It's up to him. He's big enough to make his own decision."
Clint laughed. "That's easy." He began to undo the shorts.
Vivian grinned. "Warren, why don't you and Quent take Patty into the bathroom and show her what fun it can be to fuck under the shower?"
The three departed and she took the naked boy in her arms. "I thought about you all night," she said. I promised myself that the next time I had you close, I would suck you off."
He smiled and shivered as her hands began to caress his entire body in long, sensuous strokes.
"Remember last night?"
He nodded. How could he forget?!
"Mmmm, I want to eat that lovely little cock of yours again, feel it on my tongue and between my lips."
"Can I put my mouth on your-" he hesitated, "cunt?"
She smiled at her star pupil. "That's the general idea, darling. Only this time, we'll both cum. Later, when they finish showering, maybe we can have some more fun. But right now, come on, get over here."
He curled his body to her willingly. The struggling boy prick soon lay on her tongue, being lapped and loved. His face pressed into the warm haven of her crotch, his tongue flicking across the secret places he had discovered last night.
Vivian sighed and sucked the darling sweet tool. Everything had worked out so beautifully. She was utterly content. There was only one thing more she could wish for....
Oh well, maybe tomorrow she could arrange a fishing trip for her and Clint and Andy. Two young cocks, side by side in her mouth first, then in her cunt. That would be the big fish she was after. She shivered with the thrill of the idea. "Mmmmmm." She lavished her love on the cock in her mouth. The boy tongue lashed at her cunt, the boy lips munched at her clitoris. The man cock came to full erection in her mouth. Her body began to honor his coming of age. She pushed her hips back and forth to force his cunnilingus while she stepped up the pace of the fellatio. She clutched his round lovely ass and pulled him close.
And then his sweet innocent pure cum filled her mouth and she swallowed it with rapid gulps. Her uterus exploded and showered him with her love secretions and he drank them greedily. She licked the last drops of semen from his heavy prick.
